Without a passport I travel
To lands of my own
To a world that does not require
A paper or a big loan
But you must bring a bit of madness
And love for fingers covered in paint
Hair so messy
And people who can appreciate
The madness within
Without a passport I travel
To lands of my own
To a world that does not require
A paper or a big loan
But you must bring a bit of madness
And love for fingers covered in paint
Hair so messy
And people who can appreciate
The madness within