Revolves on an axle, and is fixed belowed, and the below…
Where the ugliness of the peaks
Still makes you laugh anyway… anyway…

Seems just a late dream, and welcome back home you again
From where all it starts, upto all it’s done
Voices through the window side,

Too many paths, but the roads we know are the safe
Feeling wrong, for all the wrong reasons

Too many paths, but the roads we know are the safe
Feeling wrong, for all the wrong reasons

From unknown times, lost faces and lost smiles…
Feeling wrong, cause one knows it all…