When the first joints of all the metal collides
Cover up your precious eyes and stand to the side
The sound is over now
You cant hear anymore singing
The gold that you hold
And from which you made your ring
The road is still looking broken
You made your own kind of map
I saw you leave your bike in the ocean
You let your transport rust
Ive gone and gave my life to you
You have my eyes now
Wo x11
