Whoa, I can feel the pull of the undertow. If your priority is safety, then I confess that I am not your friend, I'm not your alibi.
Forever I, forever I'm following the road that leads back to revival. Forever I, forever I'm following the road. Forever I, forever I'm following the road, won't spare a thought for survival. Forever I, forever I'm following the road.
Whoa, I can feel the flood of affinity. If you're enamored with the glamor than I concede that I am not your friend, I'm not your alibi. There is no gray, get in or get out.
Forever I, forever I'm following the road that leads back to revival. Forever I, forever I'm following the road. Forever I, forever I'm following the road, won't spare a thought for survival. Forever I, forever I'm following the road.
Forever I, forever I'm feeling this flood, feeling this flood on my tongue. I'll smash each escape ladder rung I'll stake this claim at the top of my lungs.
Forever I, forever I'm following the road that leads back to revival. Forever I, forever I'm following the road. Forever I, forever I'm following the road, won't spare a thought for survival. Forever I, forever I'm following the road.