I try to talk about myself, I'm going to tell you this
I hope I can explain
Sometimes I feel out of place
As if I had to belong somewhere else
Like a soul in pain, out of its time
And I run, I run, I run, I run... I run in circles
If I could take the best of each era
Fill my pockets with present, past and future, and now
I could become addicted!
Believe I'm a kind of God
And like that alchemist, I will look for happiness
Around me
To end up coming back home
It was always in my backpack
Use it, or not
But if I could play God, it would be a great help
Turn around time
There are seven sins and seven days will suffice!
Then I will rest on my cloud
If I could take the best of each era
Fill my pockets with present, past and future, and now
I could become addicted!
Believe I'm a kind of God
But if I could play God, it would be a great help
Turn around time
There are seven sins and seven days will suffice!
Then I will rest on my cloud
