Why setting a sail on a sea
When the love of my heart
Is left where I want to be
Why leaving a world that is in order
Why leaving my thoughts behind
When the life I live
Is the life of my own mind
The thoughts in my head are on your border
It's a new way of life
I can only make it better
This new way of life
I can only make it better
Unconsciously planing a plot
And the plot is my way
And my way is out of here
Doesn´t matter if the way just leads to nowhere
Never mind the way that she pleads
Or the things that she says
Or the way she's letting you bleed
Breaking up is a higher form of dying
