Whatever the people here think
When nothing hurts anymore
And you dream you're running away
Swimming, through the canal
You dream of a great country
Of a life that intoxicates
What life has in store for us
What life has in store for us
What life has in store for us
What life has in store for us
The sky will always be low
And you go toward that country
Toward that life that intoxicates
What life has in store for us
What life has in store for us
What life has in store for us
What life has in store for us