On a crossroad
Not knowing
Because if I'll jump
Maybe I'll lose it all
But then again
It could all get better
But then again...

Looking for a higher ground
Just some kind of an answer
Or someone that'll tell me not to give up
But then again...

Chances are going towards zero
As always I'm picking on twigs
As always I'm living on the crossroad
But all the roads are block now
I need some power
To brake this ground
To keep on breathing
When the vacuum is closing by.