Letra da Música: Probably Built In The Fifties - The Gathering

I might be moving to the east
To part my ways
And I will try to get something
I don't have yet

If I do, I will lock at it
For days and days
Until I will never forget

I have hard this mental search
Has made them all
Take a look along the border
Having the vige
For their minds
To be lifted
To something new
I'm running to meat
My higher self

I trust the speed
Until I have no need
To run anymore

Miles and miles I run
Miles and miles I run

I hear my feat
And I hear my self breathe
Heavily

I trust the speed
Until I have no need
To run anymore

Miles and miles I run
Miles and miles I run