Who’s gonna save your soul from yesterday, out from the flames? 
When you walk yourself, what you expect, the worst out of the bush 
The tired of black, could knock yourself out, knock yourself out. 
You’re losing the ground, prevision of the visible you find to make it right 
Won’t you love precise millions above will back you up 
We have to talk yourself down, talk yourself down. 
You could get lost out here, lost out here, 
You could get lost out here, lost out here. 
We go to the woods, although we shouldn’t plan 
We understand because we teach ourselves. 
Nothing to see, at least, not what we chose 
We made our pact, we’ve got to find out. 
Showed ourselves out. 
You could get lost out here, lost out here, 
You could get lost out here, lost out here. 
You could get lost out here, lost out here, 
You could get lost out here, lost out here.