Hope that Iâll never touch mountains
Hope that I stay on the ground
Chivalry wonât make an absent
Iâm a peasant of the town
Crying is no way to settle
The disputes that I carry always
Crying is no way to settle
The mistakes Iâm known to make
Relapsing in the calmest of times
Canât make much sense from the look in your eyes
Relapsing when I have so much fear
To do whatever, to do all that...