'Cause I'm tired of all this talking
'Cause everything you hear is empty words.
But who am I, oh to say this
'Cause everything you hear is just words, yeah.
When we were young souls
On the junk-yard
Now we are stunned minds
Full of junk-goods.
But I feel your heartbeat
Just like mine
I feel your heartbeat
All the time.
To follow the wind
Where it takes us
Spoken from within
To follow the wind
You will know now
That there will be no end.