Sometimes I think
 about the end of life
 Will I can leave my
 marks on the ground?

 I have to drive as
 I watch the past
 from the rear-view
 mirror of my car

 If you fake it,
 you lose yourself

 There's no sign of
 “RIGHT WAY”
 but I know it's not
 the way to escape so,

 before the lights
 change to red,

 I'll go away until
 the day of my last so,
 I can set me free---

 Sometimes I look for
 the answer to the whys
 Will I can find
 my reason to come?

 Even if we can't
 be perfect, we'll try
 to get the lack for us

 If you fake it,
 you lose yourself

 There's no sign of
 “RIGHT WAY”
 but I know it's not
 the way to escape so,

 before the lights
 change to red,

 I'll go away until
 the day of my last so,
 I can set me free---

 I will get there someday,
 somehow, you know?


 If you fake it,
 you lose yourself

 There's no sign of
 “RIGHT WAY”
 but I know it's not
 the way to escape so,

 before the lights
 change to red,

 I'll go away until
 the day of my last so,
 I can set
 me free--- Yeah

 What are you
 waiting for?? Yeah
 What are you
 waiting for?? Yeah