eyes of heaven

Look up the sky to search my only star
where I should get back someday

Losing my wind
walking on air
and straining my sight
I went on a wild goose chase
through the night,
and ran after a shooting star
to the end of the world
Then it pushed me over the precipice
Where do I go now?

I have to find my only star,
until this pulse has made a complete stop

No time to waste
The sun will rise again
The clock is ticking
I went on a wild goose chase
through the night
Somebody whispered countdown
into my ear
Then it pushed me over the precipice
Where do I go now?