Suitcase

It seems sometimes like we're out of time,
Like we must run always, every day.
We always strive to get on the first lane,
We always look outside the glass pane.

We are so fools sometimes,
When we forget our minds,
We're living in our dream,
Before we get it's not what it seems.

Tell me why should I live inside a suitcase?
Oh, tell me why do I always run from day to day?
Why must I run so fast?
Wasn't it enough?

And I am living inside of my suitcase,
I'm trying to get on the way, but it won't help me.
I see the world in my pink glasses,
But the truth is that there's no other way.

Tell me why should I live inside a suitcase?
Oh, tell me why do I always run from day to day?
Why must I run so fast?
Wasn't it enough?

And there is no other solution,
Not even if you have a determination,
It's the limit of imagination,
So let us see the light.

Tell me why should I live inside a suitcase?
Oh, tell me why do I always run from day to day?
Why must I run so fast?
Wasn't it enough?