Strofa : |Maybe it's time to change|To go ashore on a new land|The song is still the same|Leave it buried in the old sand||Pages have been turning|As quick as you can't notice|Now I pick up what I've learnt|Flowers heavier than a stone||Ritornello : |All over, all over my world|All over, all over I fly away now alone|So many unusual loves|Too many unspoken words|All over my world||Strofa : |Don't know what it means |Like a black sheep in the crowd|I run through rushing streams|And live together with my ups and downs||I'm still torn between the wrong and right|While the pictures keep on flowing|And they slowly turn to black and white|An old movie from the fifties||Ritornello : |All over, all over my world|All over, all over I fly away now alone|So many unusual loves|Too many unspoken words|All over my world|All over, all over my world|All over, all over I fly away now alone|So many unusual loves|Too many unspoken words|All over my world|