Alfa do you copy?
Can you hear my call?
Sounds of distant drumming,
wait for me afterall.

Smiling paper faces
fake as can be,
though what they have, I have not,
that's immortality.

Who am I to judge a crime
being so equal to mine?
But still I'm the one feeling down and out
when they're all feeling fine.

Burst that bubble,
stop being blind,
come out of your cave,
search for things to find.

I hope there's something out there
something not far hidden,
hopes and dreams and fairytales
hope that's not forbidden.

Hope my angel'll come for me
doesn't leave me behind,
hope he guides me on my way,
hope he'll help me find.