Testo di Naive

A constant uphill run Better than being ever comfortably numb Wrong place and wrong timeWithout inhibition I'm aiming for the highest climb On the outside looking in Not sure what I'll find as I close my eyes to search within Somewhere in between my self there's a fighter Who only needs one chance to win I fall in line (I'm falling in line) I bide my time (I'm biding my time) I fall in line I bide my time One by one To be called by none Three, two, one Too old to get behind Too young to yet be satisfied Too bitter to receive Always so proud, but still insecure and so naive Too old to get behind Too young to yet be satisfied Too bitter to receive Always so proud, yet so very naive A constant uphill run Wrong place and wrong time I'm aiming for the highest climb So next time When I get the chance I'll