Текст песни Travel - Club 8

I travel far, I am nowhere near
Anywhere I intended to go
So wake me up before the heart attack
This world has in store for me

Voices follow me home
Telling me I will go on
So I won't try to go home
I'm thinking here is nothing left to be done

She wasn't made to be anything
She wasn't made to be anyone
Unlike her will, I'm scared of something real
These are the things that haunt me still

Voices follow me home
Telling me I will go on
So I won't try to go home
I'm thinking here is nothing left to be done