Ways — Frank Duval

Ways - cold dirty streets empty eyes. Ways - lost dreams and no chance to rise. Ways - ending with dark closed gates. Ways - bordered by unknown shades. Ways - one of them leads to you. Ways - and at the end there is you. You - you are the way I need. You - you are my way I believe.

Look in my face And you'll find your name

Centuries I've been waiting. Show me the way Into the heart of time

Where our song was born.

You - you open all closed gates. You - you drive away all shades. You - you are all days all nights. You - you are all questions all replies.