Texty: Guano Apes. Crossing the Deadline.

The sand, the sand it covers the land it's just a victim you didn't stop it high noon and the walk brings the storm with it born to it or lay on it Day on day, night on night with the thrill of a kid on my side I will survive As long as this trip will go with my soul I search for water you need the cold bring me some bubbles and a crown of gold crossing the deadline befor it's too late the finger snaps to the center of anger, wait Cross the line you will suffer (no bridge, just one step) Cross the line... (no bridge, no way back) Cross the line... (better give, better stand up) Cross the line... (better give up, better shut up) So where's the mountain I can't reach the top of this world