You´re gonna miss the word
Everyone left the world
Take what you can carry
Find a road and follow

Of course I´m supposed to work I
Come from the hills I
Find any food I
Try to protect I

Of course I like to laugh I
Look at the sky
Look in your eye

I feel its transition
When do we get home?
I feel its transition
Now to be alone
With a clear eye but a clouded mind

You´re gonna miss the wood
I come from the fen I
I left the den

The wind blows no good it
Tells of a change that
Might rearrange
You can´t see the ground it´s
Not where it was

I feel its transition
When do we get home?
I feel its transition
Now to be alone
With a clear eye but a clouded mind

The stars are indifferent to astronomy
And all that we think we know
Mars will salute your autonomy
But he doesn´t need to know

I feel its transition
When do we get home?
I feel its transition
Now to be alone
With a clear eye but a clouded mind

No one wants to live this fiction
Where didn´t we go wrong?
With a clear eye but a clouded mind

The stars are indifferent to astronomy
And all that we think we know
Mars will salute your autonomy
But he doesn´t need to know
The stars are indifferent to astronomy
And all that we think we know
Mars will salute your autonomy
But he doesn´t need to know