I've tried to stop trying to impress you now,
but stopping's not as easy as to start,
I've tried to take off that battle dress I wore,
but jealousy sticks to you like a thorn.

Heureka, are you still around,
I need you know to put my feet back onto solid ground
Heureka, did we break or did we bend,
I was wondering wether you still call me friend

I know you're out there dreaming like I said you would
The tenderness of you hands,
and the tenderness of your lips,
right now I would trade it for some grip

I've tried to find comfort in the person I've become,
cynical but humble in defeat,
I've tried to look past the connotation of your smile,
but my feet still take me to the same old streets.

Heureka, are you still around,
I need you know to put my feet back onto solid ground
Heureka, did we break or did we bend,
I was wondering wether you still call me friend

I know you're out there dreaming like I said you would,
the tenderness of your lips,
and the tenderness of your hands,
right now I would trade it for a chance.