Here I am crossing the bridge
Of my native city of lie.
I am going to get on the train
No way back.And you know why.

My city is covered in snow and ice
It's only pretty in cold winter.
And I'm leaving today most likely
For good. No thought could be sweeter.

I am leaving for the city of storm
A state of a thousand colors.
And what do we have in here?
A million broken mirrors.

And now I'm in the train
Which is about to get moving
I'm so happy to leave this place
Nothing brings me down this morning.

It's moving, it's taking me away
Now I'm past the point of no return.
And I arrive next day to the city of storm.
Time to live as I want. That's my turn...