Motorway

I’ll never understand why

your voice is so related to my mind

“Wrong” it’s not in your noise

Hidden feelings on the top of the roof

And it’s unreachable, and illogical

Blocking my mind, blocking my mind, blocking my mind

[estribillo]

Oh Oh, I’m driving on a motorway

Chaos is the name of the road

Hey, and I’m following the signs of the road

Because I can’t go on on my own, I can’t go on on my own

Oh Oh, Oh Oh, Oh Oh

And I am working on building up a wall in my heart

So little soldiers of war don’t try to climb it up

And I am working on building up a railing in my mind

So before getting in

you must knock on me,

You must knock on me,

you must knock on me

[estribillo]

Oh Oh, Oh Oh, Oh Oh

Oh Oh, Oh Oh, Oh Oh