There is a shadow in the heart
Guitars in my ears
Plastic and somewhat real
The beauty of my moor, again here

I see the beauty, but am I made for this kind of beauty?
Am I a part of this world?
Something feels on and off
I saw things clear for the first time
Leyre, take your time, don't hurry up
I saw myself trying to be something else
than a back to black, hiding in my warm cocoon
"I don't want to be a living dead anymore"
But am I made to be something they are not?

I've been running away from years
or was I simply doing my thing?

And I saw it clear
but the shadows in my heart
won't let me see it clear enough
No more lies, take it slow from now on

I am a newbie to the world
trying out options
that I never thought
so this fear it's natural

Where is my mind?