Im stopping here.
It doesnt matter where they wanted me to be.
Words dont mean a thing if we enforce ourselves to play a role to live
Their war is over, old suffer's gone.
Im stoping here.
Train's about to go but Im on time to wait for another one or two
Doors are open now for me to cross each threshold without looking back to the previous coach
Im still that passenger who see the landscape running by
I could always return to the ease of trusting fate
There's a hundred roads when distance's on your way
Im on the way
Im climbing up the walls, stepping outside the rail, tearing up the air, breathing life at all time
Im stopping here.
It doesnt matter where they wanted me to be.