On the same plane, can't reach what you gain
Wonder what's the matter, that nothing is better - like a curse, or so
Your small slice of life seems to be paralysed

The last good thought is drowned in fantasies
Your mind a big stream - desert is the end

Nothing goes right in a way
Nothing is right in a way

On the same plane, can't reach what you gain
Wonder what's the matter, that nothing is better - like a curse, or
Your small slice of life seems to be paralysed

Life is a process always in progress
Even when you don't see

Nothing goes right in a way
Nothing is right in a way

Step by step in rapid succession
Bit by bit without delay
Step by step under compulsion
Struggle to take on the very next day

Step by step, step by step
Bit by bit, without delay
Step by step, step by step under compulsion