I don't want to pay for fun anymore
I don't need to feel empty when everyone leaves
No more just having a mess when the morning comes
I need to rest for all the time I work

It was already written since I was born
I never wanted to believe all of this
There are millennia and I only have dozens in my life
Did the words overcome time and me grumbling with fatigue?

The world turns, turns, turns, turns
But the words remain as a monument of Egypt
Taking this time to see if we understand, that everything we need has been written
We must follow

And then there is love
And then there are your arms
Arms to rest
Arms to love

I'm going to unravel
Disarm me
I'm gonna live
Happy as I always wanted
Because there are your arms
There is love in your arms
And you accept who I am
You accept who I am