as the feeling grows, I sense it coming closer
light cracks in my walls, little doubts creeping in
the life of my story
the death of my story
somewhere in between
see me standing
as the moment slows, visions starting to blur
white wings that flulter wildy, blowing all sense away
the life of my story
the death of my story
somewhere in between
see me standing
are we living in a lie
torture of goodbyes and hellos
are we living in a lie
stuck in between two roads of life
stuck in between two roads of life
as the feeling goes, as it moves along
as we spin around, my head is clearing fast now
time keeps slipping by, changing every line
becoming prisoners within a no mans land
are we living in a lie
torture of goodbyes and hellos
are we living in a lie
stuck in between, stuck in between
he and his and me and mine
stories this way intertwined
ever think that this would be
stuck in between two roads of life
stuck in between two roads of life
It's getting a feel.
It's getting closer.
It's filling up with cracks.
The story of life
The story of death
at somewhere between them.
There's me.
It's getting slow.
It's getting faint.
It disappears on a white wingshoot.
The story of life
The story of death
at somewhere between them.
There's me.
That's my lie.
Please don't torture me.
That's my lie.
We are standing on the same path.
We are standing on the same path.
It's getting dull.
It's getting away.
It's getting fast.
It's getting clearer.
Time quickly changes everything.
We've become prisoners of choice.
That's my lie.
Please don't torture me.
That's my lie.
on the same path, on the same path
He and his story,
you and my story,
The story like a lie.
We are standing on the same path.
We are standing on the same path.
Tune of the Life (English Version)