4 acessos
When I’m in my bed
With coast to coast
Wondering if someone was here before
Who’s in the stars with different cars
They’re probably like me
With love and loss
And rising costs
Thinking oh ‘what am I doing here?’
Would it all just stop
If I was no more
Or spin like it always has before
Is this all there is?
Is this all there is?
So we toast and we drink to the lies
Say ‘better next year, better next year.’
When I’m looking up into the sky
I say ‘oh what is really there?’
Would it all just stop
If I was no more
Or spin like it always has before
Is this all there is?
Is this all there is?
So we toast and we drink to the lies
Say ‘better next year, better next year.’