Time to let go of this,
throw the flowers along
Time to bury hope,
cover the tracks to home

Time to step forward
into the light of reason,
sail the ships of freedom,
and soon be drown in the sea of wrong decisions

Cut the hand that guides
defy the winds of cold nights
of the dawn of human life

I choose to be exile
The truth lies in plastic, not in clouds
I choose to bury my beliefs down in the soil
I accept insecurity, not the clouds

Not the clouds
Not the clouds
Not the place in clouds