Текст: Half Past Forever. Somewhere.

What kind of world gives us pain when we're weak?
Where do we go to make our ends meet?
What kind of world rewards love with the hurt?
Where do we go to make this work?
Where do we go? Where do we go?

Take me down to somewhere
I can know I'm free
Take me down to somewhere;
Just go with me, just go with me
Just go with me!

What kind of world throws our faults in our faces?
Where do we go to fill the empty spaces?
What kind of world trades our answers for doubts?
Where do we go to work this out?
Where do we go? Where do we go?