Rolling

All my life
I’ve been selling the truth of a lifeless soul
All my life I’ve been waiting for something to lead me home
You haven’t seen what I saw, 17 months a year
When it rained
By all the power in me, I do what I have to now
Rolling out of my bed
I still can’t find the truth I’ve been searching for
Going back instead
I shut my eyes dream who I could be once more
They say the trouble with me is that
I’m one who knows but I just don’t understand
Rolling back my head
I think I’ve learned that I do want to live… again
All my friends they’ve been telling me: «you are a kindred soul»
All my friends if they only knew who I was before, but
They haven’t been where I’ve been 17 months a year
That’s such a lonely place
I don’t want to live in fear
I’m rolling out of my bed
I still can’t find the truth I’ve been searching for
Going back instead
I shut my eyes dream who I could be once more
They say the trouble with me is that
I’m one who knows but I just don’t understand
Rolling back my head I think I’ve learned that I do want to live… again
So I tried to go on
Still I’d like to go on in this world
Well that’s life
We go on
Life we go on in this world
Rolling out of my bed
I still can’t find the truth I’ve been searching for
Going back instead
I shut my eyes dream who I could be once more
They say the trouble with me is that
I’m one who knows but now I understand
Rolling back my head I think I’ve learned that I do want to live… again
All my life
I’ve been telling the truth of a liveless soul
All my life
Been waiting for something to leave me hope