In This Life
If I’m going on in this life,
my blood will always be in my veins.
Yeah, I’m riding home to you,
I’m riding home.
When I’m blinding you with my light
and everything is turning right.
I’ve been waiting for so long, to see you.
The fear is constantly inside.
In this frightening whole I hide.
If I’m holding on too tight,
loneliness will be my bride.