Magic Land

Text: Tomáš Dvořák a Ondřej Černohorský

I'd rather feel life's coming my way But I never try To really do something about it Everybody's looking for their own place And it's nowhere to be found

People ‘round me think they're okay Flying with the wind Though it changes as we speak Tell me is it worse or better Never even opening one's eyes?

I just roll my eyes when they say Ain't much more to life but to fall and feed the ground Thoughts unfortunately linger help me get it out of my head!

Ref.:

What are we Chasing time, shallow roots Not here, not with you What are we Pretending, that's all right Lost in the magic land

I'd rather feel life's coming my way So I will try to really do something about it I am not looking for my own place I found it in my consciousness

Ref.:

What are we Chasing time, shallow roots Not here, not with you What are we Pretending, that's all right Lost in the magic land

I'd rather feel life's coming my way but I never try to really do something about it Everybody's looking for their own place And it's nowhere to be found