These white jail walls

know everything about me

They already saw my breath

changing it's mood many times



My friends and I - 'fools' and dolts

We keep on living our own thoughts

Trying to fly within some other minds

Where resignation builds up another life



I'd like to see some other way

I'd love to cry out of joy

If only I could make them know

All the things that I'm doing



Here the 'fools' come

with that strange sense of love

Hands and feet are standing up

Sometimes we're in - sometimes we're not



How many tears - how many miles

Some of my friends are flying

One of them already found

his own highest cloud



I'd like to see some other way

I'd love to cry out of joy

If only I could make them know

All the things that I'm doing



I'd like to see some other way

I'd love to cry out of joy

If only I could make them know

All the things that I'm doing