someone who left / exile

I see people through the door

They are about to leave past

Here, people always leave the past

Why are they leaving without reasons?

On the radio, no music sounds

On the road, only nature sings

We are about to leave ourselves

Just to prove them we can

Nothing is gonna change at all

It is just our freaking mind

We don’t need to ask nobody

We just need to go out

Late at nights, we are leaving

Early in mornings, we are arriving…