About our steps

We were holding hands, and I don't know why I was running a little bit. Something inside me calls for a better use of my time and I do feel like I have somewhere to go, but I really can't find where I'm heading to.

There is a revolution inside me, I hope you can understand - luckily you can relate to that. My life is moving, but I'm still here. Waiting for that ride for the gettaway. But in that scenario I always come back. I want so bad to go and stay at the same time.

and opposition keeps stretching me.
[Pendu / Danse]