Maybe I can see in time
That my world became too small
And I'm not content at all
Maybe I spent too less time
With the things which I'd know best
If I came to take a rest
I'm bringing the news
Have nothing to loose
I know that everything is going to be gone by
I'm waving good-bye
Sense that after my inimitable fall
I own nothing at all
Maybe I feel
It's getting really unreal
I would remain
In a very bad way
Maybe I feel
It's getting really unreal now
And I can change it now
Ignoring your disguise
Maybe I am not aware
That we travel through a tale
Of an unknown, bigger scale
Standing here prepared to dare
To announce the final round
Leave the place where I am bound
I'm bringing the news
Have nothing to loose
I know that everything is going to be gone by
I'm waving good-bye
Sense that after my inimitatable fall
(I) own nothing at all
