(Soldier's song)
I pack up dreams and thoughts -
That’s all I have to take,
Bored with all the odds,
Tired of being fake.
My soul is overfull,
I look but I don’t see.
My mind makes me play fool,
They make a fool of me.
Rf I know what I need,
Even if I do it all alone.
The mission incomplete -
But still
I’m going home.
I know what I meet,
If I do what I want all alone.
The mission incomplete -
But still
I’m going home,
Going home.
White sun goes up and down,
White sand goes down and up.
Black dusk and dusty dawn -
Perfect trap.
I know I should not hide
To free my brains from foam.
The duties left behind -
I still will come back home.
Rf