The Face of Destiny

We are stuck in the traffic,
But it’s alright, the air is fresh.
Everybody is strangely calm,
It’s just like we were in a dream.

I hear in the distance,
the sound of a siren.
As it seems to be coming,
I try to guess where it’s going.

Now, I can cleary see,
From where the siren resounded.
it is a white ambulance,
wich slowly come to us.

As it stops just beside us,
I notice the accident.
Just in the other lane,
Right in front of us.

It’s strange, all is quiet,
There isn’t any noise,
Just the sound of the siren,
And the freshness of the air

I see a guy lying,
in a big pool of blood.
A truck, a motorcycle.
Now, it’s easy to understand.

I suddenly realise,
That if I can perfectly see,
The accident scene,
It’s because I’m floating right above.

All is quiet, it’s perfect.
I feel alright, there’s no weight.
The guy lying there,
it’s me.

I’ve allways known,
That it would end like this.
I’m floating,
it’s all done…

We are stuck in the traffic,
But it’s alright, the air is fresh.
Everybody is strangely calm,
It’s just like we were in a dream.