Far

Sit over a mountain, up into a skyscreaper, flying on a airplane
I don't know ecxatly what I need
I need no horizons
I need to feel that nowhere is far

I need to feel I can reach all the world
maybe I'll feel free, then.
But over a moutain is not enough
feel like there's no where to call enough

Maybe that's why I love the stars, and Mars
they make my troubles look so small
as small as my sight
and like nowhere is far

But they are so far to see from a skyscreaper
I'll never be there
my troubles are here
and there's nothig that I love for here

I guess that's it
I dont look for freedom. There's no freedom
I look for a reason to be jailed
Cuz we are all jailed in this world