Travel (Semi-Acoustic)

Melodic stanzas

are symphonizing their way

through your weary headTo feed your distrust

And fill it's mouth with the desire

to soulfully be one with your creationNot a subject to control

you call upon a higer power

for help and inspirationThe crowd waits

and turns their faces

towards you expectantly

you give them what they need

But their useless criticism

makes you die

a bit more insideNot a subject to control

you call upon a higer power

for help and inspirationOh, I swoon

while loudspeakers play soft musicLeaning

over your fourtieth masterpiece

You must have loved

the colour of these violinsI wish I knew you

Your fit of insanity makes me sadI wish you knew

your music was to stay forever

And I hope...I have no clue

if you know how much it matters

And I hope...