Juvenile Land

What am I to late to…

when the morning light is coming trough?

What am I to late to…?

I just did what I had to do.

What am I to late to…?

My mind just see some glimpses of what I really know.

The boat is going up the river

Look here we are coming to a juvenile land.

It has an ancient history.

-Come on baby, take my hand.

It´s frightening, it´s scaring

but we can see it, we´re not blind.

What am I to late to…

when the morning light is coming trough?

Look at the morning light

coming down from the windows in the roof.

What are we to late to…?

We´re still looking for the thruth.

Every step you can take

you have to make by yourself.

Without proof

With no proof.

What are we to late late to

We´re still looking for the truth.

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