Controlling the urges, an invitation to freedom



The feet are slow but the middle finger is quick

A saturnine expression, out of hand symptoms



I rush around, running through the maze to you

Wherever you go is your choice, but just don't get in my way



I can't follow you, as sad as it is

I'll carefully store this feeling away in the trunk



This vacation isn't for sore eyes, a gentle predisposition

Only now is special, as we can allow for vituperation



The dizzying hustle and bustle of time

Flying about, passing through the tumult of the city, just a little further to you



Even though I want to meet you, I can never get there smoothly

But I wish that today will be the day my aim is true

And I'll slip through the opening towards your distant smile



I can't return again, as the past passes over me

I gazed at a future that seemed to ridicule me



Even now, it's very distant from your side

Hey, won't someone invite me to freedom?!



Even though I want to meet you, I can never get there smoothly

But I wish that today will be the day my aim is true

And I'll slip through the opening towards your distant smile