If you find out where you are going
you will then find out who you are
feel which way the wind is blowing
the breeze will take you up to a star
Throw your silver star in the trashcan
shattered soul washed up on a shore
your horizon's getting darker
no one wants you anymore
You're descending to the depths now
dark red birds take off and fly
you're ascending to the heights now
pierced a hole right into the sky

Composição: Lawrence Hayward