Down on summertime
Streets filled up
People trying to get home
Just one life, one chance
How much time have you spent dreaming, suffering, trying to fit yourself on a nightmare that isn't yours?

If I could wake up one day and get the proof from heaven or hell that I am doing it all alright
Or even that I have to change

I would, I really would begin it all again.

Nobody is ideal to another one
We're made of others crushed dreams

Falling from sky
This rain, could wash all our sins away
And bring us peace
Make the world turn a little slowly
Turn us all into beings made of love
Or even bring obliteration to all mankind
And so, maybe we all could find peace.