The pain that often mingles in your fingertips
On the step outside you stand
Ye long walks of Coole and Shades
You don't need no passport, you don't need no visa
A mind can blow those clouds away
There's a rare love, come on and get it, it's free
Searching for the truth among the lying
To the left and the right, above and below us
Wish you all what you would wish yourself
