| When the first joints of all the metal collides | |
| Cover up your precious eyes and stand to the side | |
| The sound is over now | |
| You cant hear anymore singing | |
| The gold that you hold | |
| And from which you made your ring | |
| The road is still looking broken | |
| You made your own kind of map | |
| I saw you leave your bike in the ocean | |
| You let your transport rust | |
| Ive gone and gave my life to you | |
| You have my eyes now | |
| Wo x11 |