i don’t really need to look very much further i don’t want to have to go where you don’t follow i won’t hold it back again, this passion inside can’t run from myself there’s nowhere to hide
They say they built the train tracks over the Alps between Vienna and Venice before there was a train that could make the trip. They built it anyway. They knew one day the train would come. Any arbitrary turning along the way, and I would be elsewhere, I would be different.