Everyday I ask myself about what I've done wrong
Even if no answer is found a new doubt appears, just as
Every Saturday's morning, dreams try to reach reality
Even though they are no close to it...

Life seems to be some kind of confusing maze
No one knows if they had chosen the right path
We have no idea of what we could find next
Nor what we had lost because of a bad move.

I've been thinking about you,
About those mysterious eyes full of secrets
In which I would like to get lost deep inside
For very long time...

It's difficult to know what we want,
But I know that I'd kill for being with you...
To be the one that makes you smile,
To be the one in your dreams,
To be the one that makes you fly...

Close your eyes for a moment and tell me...
Is this what we are supposed to be?