Текст песни Ricochet - радар

we walk its trails
in search of new ways
in the fog of others mistakes
in the cool of their own shadows .

It did not keep us in the circle
the same viscous force
that always guided his hands
sleeping brain to choose from
made by someone else

yes yes Now the very day and hour
when I want to get out of control of your eyes
to a point in my life exploded grown as a ball
He drove off and left for the radar.