Face to face with my blank page
I smoke alone, early in the morning
I still consume my black idea
Thinking about a song that does not exist
I want to run away
But there’s no exit

Wandering land no place at home
Not a real friend even not a dog
I think I’ll die before do something good

I’ve been waited for you my beloved boy
You were too old to understand my pain
I was desperate to know how light you fire again

Face to face with my canvas
I draw the line of this gray morning
I’m still painting in black and white
You know some things will never change
And you are the black of my thought

I’m leaving this place to take a walk outside
I’m surrounder to a busy crowd
I can’t feel their joy that’s why I go off

All I know and all I’ve done
Bring on this way of elation
With no more doubt in my bag
And no more to say, nothing to weep for

I was run away in a sad situation
How can I trust if I don’t know who you are?
I’m gonna walk away with my tears dry
I’m gonna walk on my way