Struggling… compensating… we’re searching out our reason for living,
‘Cause that bright light doesn’t lie among yesterday!
We’re stray dogs, running without a destination!
In order to fill that blank space, I’d been searching for just one line-
One line… A -sentence-!
I ask for way too much, but that will never get me anything!
Why does everything always end up falling away?
I’ll reach this tainted hand… up to the sky!
Desire… resistance… I’m searching out my reason for living,
‘Cause the answer I seek doesn’t lie among yesterday!
On that new page, once my wandering comes to an end,
My raison d’être will be composed!
Floating between the lines, the definition of lies and truth
Are so meaningless… they’re -nonsense-!
I’d been running, averting my eyes from an instinct I couldn’t tame—
In the end, there was nothing to save me from it.
Just who is it… bearing this unquenchable thirst?
Looking up… twisting away at it… I’m searching out my reason for living,
I’ll surely go on to wander a desert of words.
All of us standing in opposition are the outcome of our wandering selves:
A paradox becoming further entwined!
I’ve decided to never, ever… ask for too much.
The reason I couldn’t tame it… was because I didn’t believe!
I learned of pain—
I realized that was the beginning of my salvation… so take my hand!
Struggling… compensating… we’ll search out our reason for living!
‘Cause that bright light doesn’t lie among yesterday!
We’re the only ones who can write that new page—
We’re stray dogs, running onward to tomorrow!