Phobia Track

Standing outside of a blind window pane
You don`t know...
There is fog in the street.
You don`t know a way,
you don`t know a way out of that.
Just escape, just escape, just get out of that.

Was it your burdon?
Could it be the end of your road?
Could it be?
You don`t know how to get just out of this.
What`s the end of your way?

Just waiting in hope
there is nothing between
you and your fate,
Nothing you`ve seen -
Or was it too late?

Was it too late
to get out of this?
To get out of this
perilious sphere...

Just get out of here...