But sometimes I must confess
My hope runs dry
And I draw lines
It makes things harder
So I have to believe
That this is gonna be my year
I'll stand up straight
Look alive, and be on standby
That this is gonna be my year
I'll stand up straight
Look alive, and be on standby
A cloudless sky
How the summer meets the eyes
Here I am
A lung and soul of good intentions
It comes & goes
Just like a ghost I always know
I watch the snails, cross the roads
But they never make it
