The end of the road seem to far away to reach
The road seem so close to the dip.
In your eyes the tale of the irony continues and the reach of your arms tell me the story of us both
The song from the distance keeps me singing that song you'll learn me in the future.
It tell us the stories from our childhoods.
Do you remember the meadow?
Do you see the lake?
They are dancing in front of us like the flowers.
Tell me the story again.
That one about the irony, the love and the road.
The road that touches the future as we walk.