Now, blinded, what I see
Is nothing but you
And what I see
Behind their closed eyes skims a taboo

But maybe we are free
And maybe the rest is up to us
Maybe it will all turn to dust
What can we be
If we only do what we must ?

Why, should we, against the waves, under the sea ?
Tell me, how does it go, our melody ?
Why, shall we, against thunder, when it's stormy ?
Tell me, when it will come, will we be free ?

Are you going away on your own ?

Now, blinded, what I see
Is only a ghost
Of what I've seen
And that one day, mattered the most
But maybe it is fine
And maybe it's me who has been wrong
Maybe you found where you belong
Don't send a sign
Unless you want to come along

How, can we, behind the stars, the galaxies ?
Tell me, how will we sing our melody ?
How, could we, beneath the grass, over the trees ?
Tell me, when it will come, will we be free ?

Are you going away on your own ?