I find myself looking into your fortress
As if it were my future too – as things stand
I can’t see any hope for you
– I know, I know what you wish for in your heart
But you have no key to open the door
The world is in fast mode and won’t wait
And nights are designed like steps going gently down
If you want to believe in something
You must, you must go back to the beginning
And fight your way back into the Alamo