I was told
There would be
Nothing nothing for me
But I'm still waiting for appropriate and conscientiously adopted way to keep my promises and doubts untangled slightly as it goes
When
It will all end up?!
And I could get
My ticket to home
Where all the ways not closed
And the radio stays in tune
Where the streets all over the place are covered
With the smiles of children's joy
My home town
Where I belong
Is filling my imagination
For so long
Then I was warned
That all decisions of the darkest days
Will reappear again as shadows of the moments that I forced to pass away
When
will I break this down?!
But this dream town seems to stuck on the face of the clock
Where all your ways are open
And you know what to choose
Where your tiny flat is always full
With the friends of youth
My home town
Where I belong
Is filling my imagination
For so long