My life amazes me,
what a symphony,
an orchestra of alibis.
Are you ashamed sometimes for taking and barely leaving change?
Question mark for you...
Answers not for me.

Up against the wall of life and sometimes freshly painted
and now once again, once again the stains,the stains you wash in vain...

My life amazes me just for what it was
and all what it became to be.
And sure I laugh sometimes,
the stories of you and me...
Question mark for me,
answers all for you.
But there is space in time,
the past is part of the plan.
The plan.
There is space in time,
the past is part of the plan.

Up against the wall of life the same again always freshly painted
and now once again,
once again the stains I wash in vain...
My life amazingly has past the point of love
and is now more like the point of lust.
And yes I cry sometimes;
memories of you and me...
Questions mocking me,
answers all to soon.
But there's still space in time,
the past I can leave behind.
Behind,there is space in time,
the past I can leave behind.

My life amazes me and now amazes you.
My life an amazing tune is now singing for you...
My life amazes me what a symphony/for all of what it's given me.
But I'm ashamed sometimes
for taking and barely leaving change.
Question mark for you,
answers watching me.
But there's still space and time,
the past I can leave behind...