Roads of Ostende

We took left in a dead end street

Why would you have to rub it to my face?

Something felt a little bit different

Was it the road left unsaid

The price that we were supposed to pay then?

The easiest way to the sea

We'll never go back downtown

We were adolescents

Honest, assuming the path's all good

We were convenient, blindfolded

Almost a dead end

Hopeful, dead wrong

Assuming the path's all good

Please remember the traffic lights

The time we shared

This perfect sight

And go back there

Back to the point

When a smile used to count

You know that this state won't last

Or does everything have to fall apart?

How can it be so much different

A big disappointment now?

A short accident. Victims

Only a quick change of mood

Please remember the traffic lights

The time we shared

This perfect sight

We took left in a dead end street

Why would you have to rub it to my face?