Good luck and lost love's knife cut a path leading through
my life I weave through the gusts of change as a kite might
through the sky. I feel down and degraded like I felt when you
and me began to tire And we stopped long ago But I thought it
was just ceasefire. I can leave the past behind like any normal
man can do But what I find most of the time is that I have been
left behind you. I can feel time pushing me forward so what does
it matter what direction I'm pointed in? No one else used to
sing my sad chorus Now I feel that they too have joined in. Bad
luck and lucky breaks cut paths right through our lives We
follow the blind man's bluff like lorrys follow white lines
in the night. And by our nature we are kept alone No matter haw
long your nails you can't cut out of the womb. And if I
can't crash off-course You must be marooned and we will not
be able to go back to the source of this wound.
Send "Ceasefire" Ringtone to your Cell 
