Welcome to the station you can turn around or stay
So, please, choose your destination this train departs with no delay
Suddenly, we go, in the bag only griefs
In a locomotive of past shame

Suddenly, we flow in bitterness seas
'Cause men usually become bad by degrees
And it’s hard to fight back the surge

But we still count the stars
In search of something that makes us safe (but we are still counting)
But we still count the scars
In search of what hurt us, but we’re never to blame

A runaway train going forward
Rising degrees on the rails
A runaway man getting on board, can he stop now?

But we still count the stars
In search of something that makes us safe (but we are still counting)
But we still count the scars
In search of what hurt us, but we’re never to blame