Текст: Rykers. When There's No Devide.

clutching pictures randomly
something helpful to find my way
resurrect - some precious memories
confidence - to reappear someday

.....someday.....when thereA's no divide
.....my ideals deserting me...

lost - in the system of my own confessions
itA's logic versus exclusionary concessions

iA'm running out of answers
back against a selfbuild wall
asking for a new direction
but i refuse to let someone hear my call

......no one - someone - no one - someone...

someoneA's help to find my way

some suggestions - just one for today
something pure to call my own
surprise... surprise - the backward syndrom
iA'm too damn honest
canA't pretend that everythingA's alright
maybe someday... when thereA's no divide!!

when - thereA's - no - divide!!!!
when - thereA's - no - divide!!!!

...............someday............