again on a road to nowhere
spinning in circles
so many circles never-ending
it's just another shot at
catching the starlight
catching the colors in the heart
it is some kind of monomania
no matter how far I go
I keep running into myself
every day a solemn prayer
spoken to the god of light
to make me on my lonely quest divine
I'm the world in which I walk
I am the compass to my own Paraiso
weight of mountains on my back
but nothing stops me, an impulse to rely on
the wind is old, so is my heart
so young the dreams that stir my faint bravado
somewhere sometime, someplace else
a distant promise lights my lost Paraiso
will I find my peace of mind
will I ever learn to grow
will I ever learn to let it go
underneath the Southern Cross
searching for the gilded one
buried in the cradle of my heart
I'm the world in which I walk
I am the compass to my own Paraiso
weight of mountains on my back
but nothing stops me, an impulse to rely on
the wind is old, so is my heart
so young the dreams that stir my faint bravado
somewhere, sometime, someplace else
a distant promise lights my lost Paraiso
under a sky of rust I stand alone
I'm still counting all hope
don't let this lucid dream end here
like an object in the rear-view mirror
always closer than it appears
this chimera keeps me going
just like a painting in my head
too good to be true
too complete to endure and last
no, no, I've been here before
and I've never reached it
cause it's somewhere that I cannot go
spinning in circles
so many circles never-ending
it's just another shot at
catching the starlight
catching the colors in the heart
it is some kind of monomania
no matter how far I go
I keep running into myself
every day a solemn prayer
spoken to the god of light
to make me on my lonely quest divine
I'm the world in which I walk
I am the compass to my own Paraiso
weight of mountains on my back
but nothing stops me, an impulse to rely on
the wind is old, so is my heart
so young the dreams that stir my faint bravado
somewhere sometime, someplace else
a distant promise lights my lost Paraiso
will I find my peace of mind
will I ever learn to grow
will I ever learn to let it go
underneath the Southern Cross
searching for the gilded one
buried in the cradle of my heart
I'm the world in which I walk
I am the compass to my own Paraiso
weight of mountains on my back
but nothing stops me, an impulse to rely on
the wind is old, so is my heart
so young the dreams that stir my faint bravado
somewhere, sometime, someplace else
a distant promise lights my lost Paraiso
under a sky of rust I stand alone
I'm still counting all hope
don't let this lucid dream end here
like an object in the rear-view mirror
always closer than it appears
this chimera keeps me going
just like a painting in my head
too good to be true
too complete to endure and last
no, no, I've been here before
and I've never reached it
cause it's somewhere that I cannot go