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