What do you think there is further? What kind of milk and honey lies there - what paradise do I expect? Can't you see things for real? You're running away Again
Icelandic men with lips full open Surprises that I can sense but not know No duties for a wandering soul! Nights of riot and pleasure, days with the Sun the feeling that I'm on the right road to a destination of my own
I have no idea where those things are but it is like an imperative right now I've got to carry on