воскресенье, 20 февраля 2011
Flowing
It's morning, I wanna sleep,
But I have to wake up.
Take my guitar
And go to work.
No breakfast, no "good bye",
Just my cloths and door.
There's cold outside,
Empty heart.
I don't remember, when
I lost my life.
I lost my soul.
I'm something empty.
I feel like empty can,
Tha days are same.
I hate the world
I wished for.
My 6-stringed friend. What in the future?
My 6-stringed friend. What in the future?
My 6-stringed friend. What in the future?
My 6-stringed friend...
My 6-stringed friend. What in the future?
My 6-stringed friend. What in the future?
My 6-stringed friend. What in the future?
My 6-stringed friend...
Somewhere under the ground,
Somewhere at the wall
I'm staying alone
With my guitar.
Somewhere in the park
I like to be
I'm singing alone
With my guitar.
The middle of the crowd,
The crowd around.
Why are they cold?
Come and listen.
I see in their eyes
There's something wrong
In their minds,
In their minds...
My 6-stringed friend. What in the future?
My 6-stringed friend. What in the future?
My 6-stringed friend. What in the future?
My 6-stringed friend...
My 6-stringed friend. What in the future?
My 6-stringed friend. What in the future?
My 6-stringed friend. What in the future?
My 6-stringed friend...
@темы:
Music,
Skuld,
Lyrics