Behind The Scenes Human
You ask questions any time
thrust of knowledge in your eyes
and the fire deep inside
is destined to smother soon
isn't to last long
In a world where money rules
people loose identity
and the wise men on the hills
taking gold for bad advise
but those answers are still lies
Lay your head down on my shoulder
human everything but free
we are victims of our instincts
feel the sunset I foresee
Every day it's getting colder (...)
Show me wisdom, where's new hope
long ago our roots have turned
into stone, nobody knew
do you understand the loss?
now you understand the loss, loss, loss
Lay your head down on my shoulder
human everything but free
we are victims of our instincts
feel the sunset I foresee
Every day it's getting colder (...)
It goes round and round
Every day ...
