Text: La Strada. Where You Wanna Go.

on tower hill
all we are
are children of a dying star
i don't know if it's in my head
i don't know if it's in my head

innocence struck dumb
and pinned amid the roar
whenever i look down
i see the killing floor
i don't know if it's in my head
i don't know if it's in my...

where you wanna go?
i don't know
where you wanna go?
i don't know

in my baby's arms
the sky disappears

as do the world's harms
she's been drug for years
i don't know if she's in my head
i don't know if she's in my head

and the tower is filled with noise
we're drinking from a bottle of whirlwind
even outside my window
the courtyard in crumblin

i don't know if it's in my head
i don't know if it's in my...

where you wanna go?
i don't know
where you wanna go?
i don't know