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Description
Producer: Joost Stuursma
Producer: Wim Clukers
Composer Lyricist: Freek van der Heiden
Composer Lyricist: Jeroen Sjoers
Composer Lyricist: Johannes Stuursma
Composer Lyricist: Sem Rozendaal
Composer Lyricist: Wim Clukers
Lyrics and translation
Original
So sick and tired of chasing sunlight, always waiting for the rain to waste it all.
I need a medicine, a lifeline, anything to numb the pain.
I keep on looking for a reason, there's no reason for this mess I've made alone.
And with the passing of the seasons, I thought I was gone.
I pray upon the shooting stars to guide me home.
Oh, I've waited long, and my lonely heart is almost gone.
Almost gone.
All the things I thought I knew in life, I have to learn again to make some sense.
It seems to me the more you know things, the less you understand.
So what's the point in being pointless when there's so much left to see and to believe?
I don't take anything for granted, that's the little light in me.
I pray upon the shooting stars to guide me home.
Oh, I've waited long, and my lonely heart is almost gone.
Almost gone.
Is almost gone. Is almost. . . Is almost gone.
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.
English translation
So sick and tired of chasing sunlight, always waiting for the rain to waste it all.
I need a medicine, a lifeline, anything to numb the pain.
I keep on looking for a reason, there's no reason for this mess I've made alone.
And with the passing of the seasons, I thought I was gone.
I pray upon the shooting stars to guide me home.
Oh, I've waited long, and my lonely heart is almost gone.
Almost gone.
All the things I thought I knew in life, I have to learn again to make some sense.
It seems to me the more you know things, the less you understand.
So what's the point in being pointless when there's so much left to see and to believe?
I don't take anything for granted, that's the little light in me.
I pray upon the shooting stars to guide me home.
Oh, I've waited long, and my lonely heart is almost gone.
Almost gone.
Is almost gone. Is almost. . . Is almost gone.
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.