I ain't got nothing but my name, riding on a silver rain

I'm not waiting for a sign, inside of me

Living in my sweet, v**n nursery

Are there some better ways?

Maybe pieces of good days

Are there some better ways?

Maybe some pieces of good days

Now, I've got to see what's inside of me, inside of me

Now I need to feel the wind in front of me, in front of me

Now, I've got to see what's inside of me, inside of me

Now I need to feel the wind in front of me, in front of me

Where is that white and clever place

Where is the light from outer space?

All the things that I can see

It's not about discovery

Then I heard, some kind of a friendly voice

That tolds me "you will have the choice"

And I've only myself to blame

Cause things will never be the same

And I've only myself to blame

Cause things will never be the same

Now, I've got to see what's inside of me, inside of me

Now I need to feel the wind in front of me, in front of me

Now, I've got to see what's inside of me, inside of me

Now I need to feel the wind in front of me, in front of me