Текст песни
A destinationless place without a mark on map
You're keeping asking questions like from the start
""How could it be?""
""How could it be?""
A little stumbling and here we go again
Drinking tequila like good old friends
We have already knocked on door
With living dream to see the shore
We have already knocked on door
With living dream to see the shore
Have you seen the white
Even when you know
That the lighthouse
Doesn't send out anymore
Delivering crying shores
Watching summer films
Saying those two words
You were saving me
You have let me free
You have set me free
Me free
You have.
