Motorway

I'll never understand why 
your voice is so related to my mind 
"Wrong” it's not in your noise 
Hidden feelings on the top of the roof 
And it's unreachable, and illogical 
Blocking my mind, blocking my mind, blocking my mind 

[estribillo] 
Oh Oh, I'm driving on a motorway 
Chaos is the name of the road 
Hey, and I'm following the signs of the road 
Because I can't go on on my own, I can't go on on my own 

Oh Oh, Oh Oh, Oh Oh 

And I am working on building up a wall in my heart 
So little soldiers of war don't try to climb it up 
And I am working on building up a railing in my mind 
So before getting in 
you must knock on me, 
You must knock on me, 
you must knock on me 

[estribillo] 

Oh Oh, Oh Oh, Oh Oh 
Oh Oh, Oh Oh, Oh Oh