Our life is like an open book
not knowing the next page...
We can never erase them,
but lift them to another stage.
Everyone knows our story,
they’ve read the pages through..
waiting for the last ones,
that will make the story true.
What are we afraid of?
Could we ever go back…
Our lyrics keep on bouncing
towards something we both lack.
The lines are not invisible.
We can write a different end,
It´s finally up to us to admit,
that we are holding the pen.
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