Motorway (Anni B Sweet)

I’ll never understand why your voice is so related to my mind “Wrong” it’s not in your noise Hidden feelings on the top of the roof And it’s unreachable, and illogical Blocking my mind, blocking my mind, blocking my mind [estribillo] Oh Oh, I’m driving on a motorway Chaos is the name of the road Hey, and I’m following the signs of the road Because I can’t go on on my own, I can’t go on on my own Oh Oh, Oh Oh, Oh Oh And I am working on building up a wall in my heart So little soldiers of war don’t try to climb it up And I am working on building up a railing in my mind So before getting in you must knock on me, You must knock on me, you must knock on me [estribillo] Oh Oh, Oh Oh, Oh Oh Oh Oh, Oh Oh, Oh Oh