It's wilder than the ocean, higher than the mountain.

 There's things I don't ask
What I don't know can't hurt me

 Come on turn the radio on
It's Friday night and I won't be long

 It's too late, it's too late, am I too late?
Tell me now, am I running out of time?

 Times that I've seen you lose your way
You're not in control and you won't be told

 Muzyka to początek i koniec wszelkiej mowy.

 Czas, czas, nasz największy wróg,
Tęsknot puls i krew.

 Tylko tak mogę mieć pewnego dnia,
Czego wciąż mi brak.

 Wpadli znajomi i z marszu na marsz wzięli,
Jeden z niebieskich wtedy prawie mnie postrzelił.

 Girl, I hope you’re sure, what you’re looking for,
As I’m not good at making promises

 From the very first time we loved
From the very first time we touched