Sometimes I feel lost in my neighbourhood
Have no trust in brotherhood
Turn to dust I walk barefoot
The label won’t include me in a catalog
Lost intense in a dialog
Yeah, but still makes sense to write a song
Baby, baby
I’ll be there
When you feel despair
When you feel despair
Baby, baby
I’ll be there
When you feel despair
When you feel despair
Sometimes I feel lost in imitation
I know I must communicate
But I’m too harsh in communication
Only now I start to feel the appetite
That’s how deeply I was shy
That’s how long was the ride