I've never been running so far, so endless far

When will I try to stand the pain of my all-time-hurting-feet

And what about you, you drunken soul?

Is it your own will to go on and on until I die?

Or are you going to give up now?

I've never been running so real, so immense real

When will I fall into your heart?

I want to feel your flimsy fingers ripping up

The coat of blind

And what about you, you heavy soul?

Is it your own will to go on and on until I die?

Or are you going to give up now?

I've never been running so far, so endless far

When will I fall into the mud?

I want to break those circle-rules

I want to dance the waltz with you

And what about you, you missing soul?

Is it your own will to go on and on until I die?

Or are you going to give up now?