Paroles de Missing

Running away from the reality From my essence, from all that I've been... Running away through verdant fields Through coloured expanses, through places already seen... Maybe, there'll be again a kind of bond Between my wandering soul and all that I've done... There'll be again a kind of bond Inwards... Flying away from my philosophy From my real nature, from all that I've been... Flying away through luminous skies Through reassuring plains, through spaces already seen… Maybe, there'll be again a kind of bond Between my wandering soul and all that I've done... There'll be again a kind of bond Inwards...