sentimental thoughts that night,
walking through the neon lights.
dreaming about the book i read,
listening back to the words you said.
names of streets i can't pronounce,
words and speech are only sound.
i'll find my...
i might find...
finding a thousand ways to give
unable to know, how to live
colour blindness or so it seems
affecting strongly all my dreams
listening back to the words you said.
echoes ask what comes ahead.
i'll find my...
i might find...
seen your world with eyes wide shut
chewing on my cigarette butt,
living with you side by side,
illuminating every night
thankful for the peace i found,
in every word and every sound.
i'll find my...
i might find...
this is the future,
visions of beauty
life's not the problem
i'll find...
i might find...
is this the future?
will there be beauty?
can life be a problem?
i'll find
i might find...