Madly rushing through the streets
There´s no more hours left to give
When nothing comes of nothing
Full of empty thoughts of more

Faut-il aller jusqu´au bout?
Même si je contrôle tout?

All I do is use my time
Dreaming of a place
Where I´d find such happiness
But little came from having more

The more we get, the more we lose
When all is "more", it´s more we choose
There´s always something else in store
That keeps me running down that road, keeps me running
To an unknown place I think is more

How much higher can I be?
Sailing moonbeams, scaling trees
Pushing upwards to the sky

Picking up what I think´s mine

When nothing comes from nothing
Dreaming of a place
Where I´d find such happiness
But little came from having more

The more we get, the more we lose
When all is "more", it´s more we choose
There´s always something else in store
That keeps me running down that road, keeps me running
To an unknown place I think is more