I wake up and a year has passed
And I'm still tired
With the suitcase under his arm
I don't even know where I'm going
And I wander like a madman
Or: And I wander as if I'm crazy
I still bite my handcuffs
I've traveled the world, I've seen people
No, it's not how I was imagining it
I've buried my head in the mud
I've eaten badly to stay alive
I've heard people call me a bastard
And still I run looking for the exit
But the only way is to break away from the pack
To dig until you don't feel your fingers
If everyone now is loving you
Or: If everyone loves you now
Know that it's not the beginning, it's the end
Know that it's not the beginning, it's the end
Even the most beautiful rose has thorns
Perhaps the only answer is to leave
Know that it's not the beginning, it's the end
Even the most beautiful rose has thorns
Perhaps the only answer is to leave
You ask me how it feels?
To have the world in your hands
And instead we're left with nothing
A handful of flies in our hands
Not even all the gold in the world
Could buy what you leave behind
They treated me like a saint, then judged
Looked at badly like I were prejudiced
When they'll find the body of my crime
They'll realize too late that they were wrong
But I don't stop, I continue
I want to live running over a wire
The day that I won't have a reason anymore
I'll know it's not the beginning, it's the end
Know that it's not the beginning, it's the end
Even the most beautiful rose has thorns
Perhaps the only answer is to leave
Know that it's not the beginning, it's the end
Even the most beautiful rose has thorns
Perhaps the only answer is to leave
I was only looking for an excuse to say this
To stop going where the wind blows
To find light before everything is turned off
Or: To find light before it all goes dark
And if nobody will love me it will be the same
Or: And it won't matter if nobody will love me
I was only looking for an excuse to say this
To stop going where the wind blows
To find light before everything is turned off
And if nobody will love me it will be the same
Know that it's not the beginning, it's the end
Even the most beautiful rose has thorns
Perhaps the only answer is to leave
Know that it's not the beginning, it's the end
Even the most beautiful rose has thorns
Perhaps the only answer is to leave