| Ice in the morning |
| Melting wilder from the sunlight |
| Ice in the evening |
| Freezes traces of the moonlight |
| You feel a pressure building pleasure |
| In your own right |
| But they couldn’t repair |
| And it wouldn’t be fair |
| My destination is. my destination is alright |
| You build a fever |
| Trying not to loose your eyesight |
| And in the clouds |
| There is a place you call your own… right |
| My destination is. my destination is alright |
| My destination is. my destination is alright |
| Sleep a war away |
| And wake to breathe the acid rain |
| But they couldn’t repair |
| And it wouldn’t be fair |
| My destination is. my destination is alright |
| My destination is. my destination is alright |
| Get it on the left, get it on the right |
| Get it on the left, you’ve got to get it right |
| And under blackened clouds |
| The doctor waits to call you |
| And in the waiting room |
| The nurses start to maul you |
| But you couldn’t repair |
| And it wouldn’t be… fair |
| My destination is. my destination is alright |
| My destination is. my destination is alright |
| My destination is. my destination is alright |
| My destination is. my destination is alright |
| Get it on the left, get it on the right |
| Get it on the left, you’ve got to get it right |