Текст песни

If you look up you'll find the tracks
Of those who walked through a trail of light
Escaping from the chaos of years
And you'll be embraced by this blue Earth.

The tracks of the tribe in our sky
Are all the remains of humanity that we have left

Those who don't leave will bear the penalty of the flesh
With its one and only beginning and end

It is the travelling that defines the world
What do we do when everything is yet to be done?

Nobody will speak about what we lost
About who we are and who we could have been
Nobody will look inside the bag of our dreams
Of the lives and journeys unfinished, undone.

The remains of the cities that once were
Will resign themselves to be forgotten 
Devoured by the woods that they never met.
Swept away by the mistakes of yesterday.

It is the travelling that defines the world
What do we do when everything is yet to be done?