In a forest I will never know
Beyond a town where I will never go
They say that trees are falling
Before a mountain I will never climb
Fighting for a war that I consider as a crime
They say that men are dying
Sometimes I think that everyone is a tale
What will happen to us if they just stop listening?
When I wake up at the middle of the night and I go back to sleep
I hear them singing
Ooh
On lonely roads that I will never walk
Hoping for the best and smelling fire and smoke
They say that men are fleeing
In dirty streets that I walk every morning
And dirty stations where only the shadows are calling
They say that men are living
Sometimes I think that everyone is a tale
What will happen to us if they just stop listening?
When I wake up at the middle of the night and I go back to sleep
I hear them singing
Ooh
Sometimes I think that I'm nothing but a tale
What will happen to me if you just stop listening?
When you wake up in the middle of the night and you go back to sleep
I hope you're singing
Ooh
