When every shortcut takes you far And logic makes no sense We all prefer to see at as A small coincidence I recognize no way of life that I can call my own I only see directions pointing towards the unknown But somewhere someone crosses street And so we meet again When every shortcut takes you far And logic makes no sense We all prefer to see at as A small coincidence The rock that smash the boat at night And winds that torture sea The sound of storms and thunder that creep closer as we breathe And as we wish for silent waters Noise floods over us When every shortcut takes you far And logic makes no sense We all prefer to see at as A small coincidence