All my life I’ve been searching for something
Something never comes, never leads to nothing
Nothing satisfies but I’m getting closer
Closer to the prize at the end of the rope
All night long I dream of the day
When it comes around and it’s taken away
Leaves me with the feeling that I fear the most
Feel it come to life when I see your ghost
Done, done, on to the next one
(è, tipo, la storia della mia vita)
