i grew up in a little town
where my parents had settled down
born to run on the radio
i was dreaming

there was a place where people met
from the kitchen and old cassette
playing oldies by a string quartet
i was leaving

i was done

a nagging feeling inside
and every time i tried
they tried to bring me down

we′re searching for higher ground
where people can’t drag us down
we′re travel the moon and back
glowing like fireflies


can’t sleep in the clouds but dream about the sky
i search for tracks of something else
when the battle is raging, and enemy is all around
i’ll be on higher ground
i was done


done with all for one
and every time i tried
they tried to bring me down

we′re searching for higher ground
where people can′t drag us down
we’re travel the moon and back
glowing like fireflies


so i found myself a wooden little house
in a land that opens by a bird
that kissed the trees and can be heard
across the land
a free bird flying
across the land

the constellations slowly fade away
will you join my morning meadow?
let′s delight in all we see
across the land
we’re free birds flying
across the land
across the land
i was done

we leave our homes, we leave our countries
moving fast and better days
awaits us as we cross the borders
with heavy hearts but pain decays

we′re searching for a new horizon
but dark despairs corroding hand
push us into confrontations
here we stand in no man’s land

here we stand in no man’s land