And so I find myself here once again - first step down Remedy Lane   Budapest you tore my world apart - well, here I am   Worn with rope ends on my mind, torn with blood scarred in my eyes   But now I'm back to shake that from my life      Ending Theme, ending theme   Ripping at the seams, for an opening      Back again at Deak Ter - I know I could have left her here   It was the feeling of leaving myself that I could not bear   The same old hotel room in Pest one night before the Sziget fest   Hungarian Princess will you share my rest?   To rest my...      ENDING THEME    ENDING THEME   Ripping at the seams, for an opening      to be honest I don't know what I'm looking for - who to be   sitting here as once before, weeks ago - just waiting for a knock on that door    and I have left all I thought was me to find out, to make sure if it was you or me   that made me feel so free and real, but when we kiss I don't know, I just don't know   'cause it leaves a taste of emptiness, and I think What if I'm simply depressed?   blind, just finding rest from my mind here in Budapest?   confusing zest with the joy of being blessed with the bliss of self-escape as we kiss?   and mixing my being unstressed with your being undressed and the taste of being true   with the fresh taste of me and you as we touch? I don't know   but I saw so much of me in you, the me I've missed, the young and free in you   but still, that doesn't mean a thing, may not mean anything about my needing you   but I guess we had to meet, to be near; to make sure, and still my dear   beyond this bed and that door, to be honest, I fear I just don't know      ENDING THEME   ENDING THEME   Fanning flames to dreams of belonging   ENDING THEME   ENDING THEME   Ripping at the seams, for an opening      [Johan Hallgren]      to be honest I don't know what I'm looking for...   living here, watching you leave trough that door