Tekster: Mist. Escape Lane.

I fear the profane
I curse everything
That looks sacred and secular
I'll go insane
If I don't take the escape lane
to the place where it occurs
Can the light turn to green again?

I hold my breath
My lungs collapse
I want to scrutinize
What's going on inside
I've been wrapped up
In myself and in the view
I have developed on my life
Can the light turn to green again?

I'm moving on
I see the sun
But my feet
They don't recognize the ground
I'm singing this song
But my heartbeat's pushed
By another type of sound
Can the light turn to green again?
Can the light turn to green again?

Green again