One day walking on an edge of a seaside
The edge where the water can't reach your feet
Preceiving on a horizon a hillside
Where it is easy to let yourself go and leap.

Everyday I walk the same path again
Spotting the hillside and thinking of freedom
I once dream of saying to myself Hooray!
And drag myself out of that boredom

I want to tear my heart out
And hold it in my hands for a second
I dream of no doubt
Because I have been too long infected
And I am sick of the mystery
Hidden in the crooks of my torn heart

One day I dreamt
That I had torn my heart out
When I got closer to that scent
I really saw I had torn my hear out.

I was simply holding it
Holding in my hands
I was amazed of that
Because I can never put it back.

LABORING ON A MAN WITH A MISSION,
LIMITED ONLY BY HIS WANTING
GITTING CLOSE BUT NEVER REACHING
GOING ON THROUGHT HIS DAY SEARCHING,
SEARCHING FOR AND WIDE FRO WHAT IS MISSING
SLEDGING THROUGH STORMS OF LIGHTNING
HOLDING TRUE WITH PATIENCE EVERLASTING

HOPING AND WORKING IN THOUGHTS OF HIS MISSION
STOPPING FROM THE ENDLESS RUNNING
SO THAT OTHERS MIGHT NOT LIVE THERE LIFES FIGHTING
COTNINUING TO FIGHT WELL FILLING LIKE FLEEING
CAUGHT IN A BATTLE NEVER ENDING
BUT AT THE END THE END OF THE BITTER DAY BRINGING

BLISS IN A DREAM OF REACHING HIS MISSION
FINDING A SENSATION ONLY RIVALD BY FLYING
FIGHTING AS IF HE WERE FLOATING
IN A PERFECT SEASON OF BLOOMING
INSIDE A BUBBLE OF NOTHING
PROTECTED FROM WORK OF SOMETHING
PRACTICING AT THE ART OF PRECEIVING
AS IF EVERYTHIG WAS BUT A DREAMING
AWAKING TO YET AGAIN, AN INCOMPLEET MISSION