Where we look at when the sun goes down?
Who we are looking for, when we are all alone?
We all know that will happen.
We all know. We all know.
Look something, open the door and let your heart remorse.
Look something, open the door and let your heart remorse.
Forget all grievances, erase the dummy sky.
We will not fall abyss, holding hands with each other.
Though we can stand on our knees, asking god for salvation.
We will know what will happen to us.
We all know that will happen. We all know. We all know.
Look something, open the door and let your heart remorse.
Look something, open the door and let your heart remorse.
Look something, open the door and let your heart remorse.
We all know.