I like to gamble with my life
I take the wrong turns
Risky might be my archetype
No matter how much it burns

I look at the stars for guidance
Till my neck aches and cries
Till I spin and lose my balance
I know it isn't wise

But I want to touch them
Those distant constellations
See from where they stem
Give an answer to my fascinations

Don't tell me not to try
When you've already given up
I know they are high
But I'm still standing up

I know the sky is much too dark
But the fire of my soul will guide me
I am not an early lark
But my motives are purely aleatory
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