She ran into the wall 

So sweet and unknown 

A worn comatose 



After six milograms 

We're talking again 

Who would know 

Sweet and so low 

Who would know 



My brain doesn't produce any 

I'm soaring without anything 



She said i'm taking my time 

And now we'll move on with everyone 

I'll see my friend soon again 



My brain doesn't produce any 

I'm soaring without anything 



We said aloud 

That we can't pull out