(verse)
Staring at the window
Turn my gaze to west
In your chest there's only dust and fears
Wondering will you ever
Leave out all the rest
Grab your wrist with my wounded fingers
(chorus)
Legends of tomorrow we becoming
If we'll pay what it cost
Strangers on the lovely lonely road
Searching for the home that they lost
(verse)
Playing thousand chords
Never find one right
Out of time lost my will to change
Realize that all my doubts
Was built up by myself
Who cries for help
With voice that full of rage
(chorus)
Legends of tomorrow we becoming
If we'll pay what it cost
Strangers on the lovely lonely road
Searching for the home that they lost