wash your face in the wind
there is no other way
no more time to pretend
no more running away
no one telling you what to do
there's nothing left to say
time to let the colours through
you have what it takes
 
looking out, open wide
everything includes my mind
I tend to lean more to
a different tone in a different zone
 
there is nothing left to prove
not since the arrival
all the knowledge that I took to me
now I'm giving it away
no one telling you what to do
There’s nothing left to say 
time to let the colours through
you have what it takes
 
I felt good hanging around
the same field in those times
I tend to lean more to
a different tone in a different zone