I want to find your heart, to tell it what I feel.
I want to find your soul, to tell it how much I miss it.
Do I need to change my body to forget?
More and more utopias, more and more utopias.
We boarded a train with no destination,
through the stations of love.
I still don't know why it derailed,
before reaching its station.
Will time fix it?
Less and less certainty,
less and less certainty.
I see people passing by, all so much the same.
Will one of them make me dream again?
Hopes and more hopes,
a lost lover or a lost abandoned one.
Either way, it doesn't matter.
I'm here, and you're so far away,
as far as a utopia,
certainty and hope,
certainty and hope.
