When the moon has raised the tide
on your own, against the storm, you've sailed out
in awe of some distant mirage
no returning home, you go, until it feels right
here we are...
Against the odds, you roll the dice
for burning bridges, crossing rivers, on thin ice
someone has to sacrifice
to play the game, you break away, from paradise
here we are...
Bridge:
When you owe none, to noone, but one king
at the end, you'll win the fight
you will see, just let go of the last string
time will prove: you've played it right!
You've played it right!
on your own, against the storm, you've sailed out
in awe of some distant mirage
no returning home, you go, until it feels right
here we are...
Against the odds, you roll the dice
for burning bridges, crossing rivers, on thin ice
someone has to sacrifice
to play the game, you break away, from paradise
here we are...
Bridge:
When you owe none, to noone, but one king
at the end, you'll win the fight
you will see, just let go of the last string
time will prove: you've played it right!
You've played it right!