Texty: Helloween. Chameleon. Music.

When I was a young boy, I had no aim
Neither experience, it wasn't a shame
Most of the time it satisfied me
But some day I realized, music is like a rising sun

Times are now changing and memory fades
I gaze at the photos, a look in the haze
You cannot imagine how many friends I've lost
It's much too late for calling them back

Music is like sunrise for me
It's joyful like a trip in a time machine
Music is like sunrise for me
It's like coming home

I was always insecure, sometimes I still am
But I made up my mind now and look here I stand
I ask myself sometimes, is it all worth it?
To fly over mountains makes you fall down again

But music is like sunrise for me
It's joyful like a trip in a time machine
Music is like sunrise for me
It's like coming home

Music is like sunrise for me
It's joyful like a trip in a time machine
Music is like sunrise for me
It's like coming home