I've never been running so far, so endless far
When will I try to stand the pain of my all-time-hurting-feet
And what about you, you drunken soul?
Is it your own will to go on and on until I die?
Or are you going to give up now?

I've never been running so real, so immense real
When will I fall into your heart?
I want to feel your flimsy fingers ripping up
the coat of blind
And what about you, you heavy soul?
Is it your own will to go on and on until I die?
Or are you going to give up now?

I've never been running so far, so endless far
When will I fall into the mud?
I want to break those circle-rules
I want to dance the waltz with you
And what about you, you missing soul?
Is it your own will to go on and on until I die?
Or are you going to give up now?