A new year is around the corner,
time to act wiser as I’m growing older…
But what am I left with when I empty my coat?
A pocket full of broken dreams,
and a bleeding heart with which I can mourn.
I have to dust off my two suitcases soon,
get on a plane and fly over the moon…
Where will I go?
I don’t know.
What shall I do?
I don’t know.
Maybe I shouldn’t look back,
but I can’t live like that…
I just wish I didn’t feel sad.