Hidden Sorrow - Pavic

feeling so high, you can feel so alone

disillusion in the dark of my soul

the wind of time is blowing through my mind

you know the path goes onward through the night

time, slipping through our fingers

outer space we ride

run with our tomorrow

outer space we ride

in each of us a hidden sorrow

no place to go, no clues to borrow

the wind of time is blowing through my mind

you know the path goes onward through the night

time, slipping through our fingers

outer space we ride

run with our tomorrow

outer space we ride

everybody lives and loves and cries

and eats and sleeps and grows and dies