Wake up, I’ve failed again, attempting to whisper back
Do you have the same dream every night?
Connecting the trembling time

Yes, that’s right, bet everything you have
Rushing out to the place where we will have our battle
You can believe it
That’s the way it has to be

To win or not, what is its worth, the meaning behind it
There’s nowhere I’ve so deeply faded away
I get the feeling that there’s many more things that I’ve lost sight of
Blink when you realize about the miracle

So tell me, ask yourself, walk out, hit the sound
The rhythm of that day is now engraved within me
Yes, I’m reaching out, walking on for an ever long time
Grabbing ahold of the future that I saw from far away

The red pulse is rushing through and I can hear you
Strumming the overflowing noise

The figure of the future is like a bubble
Attracted to the miracles

Keep track of the little voices, left and right, upside down
Every time you say this again, annoyed of your story
Within the memories that have began to fade

Even if you have regrets, nothing is going to start
Thinking too much and letting the chance of today slip away
Let it all clear out
That’s the way that it should be
To find a word I can say to you
Sailing in the high seas, intercepting all
Put reliability in these hands in this moment

So tell me, ask myself, walk forward now, what am I watching?
Without seeing a remnant of this figure crying
Yes, you’re reaching out, walking out and then searching for something
Kick about without discarding the drawing of the present

The blue pulse is rushing through and you can hear me
Turn on the gear to tomorrow without becoming lost

If you go forward to overcome your limits
You can splash onto the miracle

Bring back the catalyst and this beat will go on
It’s about time now, I’m ready to face fate

Is it better to go or not to, and to be or not to be
Decide everything about you yourself
I’m in the lost and found, picking up the signs
I felt the inevitable, what are the chances of that?
Yes, the signal is now in your hands

Wake up, I’ve failed again, attempting to whisper back
I’m a loser, but expecting to become the one

So tell me, ask myself, walk forward now, what am I watching?
Without seeing a remnant of this figure crying
Yes, you’re reaching out, walking out and then searching for something
Kick about without discarding the drawing of the present

So ask yourself, walk, it’s resounding
The rhythm of that day is now engraved within me
Yes, I’m reaching out, walking on for an ever long time
Grabbing ahold of the future that I saw from far away

The red pulse is rushing through and I can hear you
Strumming the overflowing noise

The figure of the future is like a bubble, distorted
It’s burst open, attracted to the miracles