Text: Farewell To Arms. Other. Ambition Can Creep.

with no course we drive these streets
the pale moon is rising over me
with no sleep there is no time to play
without play when can we concentrate
so when we drive to clear our clouded minds
of ambitions once thought of as futures for us
we need to realize that what we plan isnt always whats to come
with no course we walk the streets
the early sun is rising over me
with no sleep there is no time to play
without play when can we concentrate
its all work
theres no need to eat today
its all work
theres no need to sleep tonight
its all work
our futures on the line
its all work
we dont need friends tonight
so when we drive ourselves into clouded heights
our ambitions could make up our futures for us
we need to realize that what we have could often plan whats to come
ambition can creep as well as soar
we tried to find ourselves
but we got lost on the way
we got lost
we pushed ourselves too far
i guess i got lost
the headaches were too much
for me to bear
i couldnt even stand
even if we get lost
ambition is a must