I saw that man across the street
He listened to the wind
I asked his name, he didn’t say a thing
Just looked at me up straight
He begged me to give him some simple things
To live, to care, to dream
He wanted to get hurt
Just to make sure that he lives
He said he was incarcerated
He suffered from his own life
He said there was no coincidence
I saw the dazzling life inside
There’s no other things like
Speaking to my own mind
Spelling troubles, gather speed
Chasing happiness and not to bleed
I saw a girl across the street
She wore those red high-heels
There was no boundary between
That rich man and her shallow dreams
She said she was incarcerated
She didn’t know which road to choose
She said there was no coincidence
I realized how much she’d lose
There’s no other things like
Speaking to my own mind
Spelling troubles, gather speed
Chasing happiness and not to bleed
I looked into the broken glass
I saw a girl inside
She didn’t know how to stay true
To what she had inside
There’s no other things like
Speaking to my own mind
Spelling troubles, gather speed
Chasing happiness and not to bleed
