Besedila: Valencia. Somewhere I Belong.

The dust is settling as I lie here.
It was a subtle hint of what went wrong.
I've been giving up, giving up,
on every plan I've made.
I'm finally waking up, but just a little too late.

My life has always been a dead end street,
with heavy eyes that shoot through me.
I slipped somewhere in between what's right and wrong.
And now I drown with every breath I take.
I'm sick of feeling like I can't escape.
I'll get out before I go insane, to somewhere I belong.
Somewhere I belong.

I don't know who I am or how I got here,
but I'm a subtle hint, the best forgotten.
You'll never know, never know what this boy could have been.
I guess I finally figured out.

My life has always been a dead end street,
with heavy eyes that shoot through me.
I slipped somewhere in between what's right and wrong.
And now I drown with every breath I take.
I'm sick of feeling like I can't escape.
I'll get out before I go insane, to somewhere I belong.
Somewhere I belong.

Struggling to find my feet,
but just in time to watch the sea wash away all memories of you.

Been giving up, giving up,
on every plan I've made.
Finally waking up, but a little too late.

My life has always been a dead end street,
with heavy eyes that shoot through me.
I slipped somewhere in between what's right and wrong.
And now I drown with every breath I take.
I'm sick of feeling like I can't escape.
I'll get out before I go insane, to somewhere I belong.
Somewhere I belong.