In(to) and Out 

As we passed the borderline
Leaving all your dreams behind
In this world the sun keeps shine
Though, it exists in your mind

Into the final gate
Out of the place you hate...

But in this world of broken wood
Your beeing`s broken by yourself
And when you recognize that you are lost
You start dreaming of your childhood.

Into the final gate
Out of the place you hate...


©´ 1995 Broken Dream