I tend to roam every time further and further down the road
Never knowing wich turn to choose
Wich path to follow
I just roam
my destiny is kept by some star
she doesn't whisper me a way
what a nerve I tell you
only to show up by night
I think she misses me during the day
I don't realy think about her
I just know she's there.
I am the bearer of unconditional loves
And I am a liar.
Yes I do think of her.
And I waited my whole life for this star to show up
Is it shelter?
I hope so. I need a rest.