2 acessos
I wanna know exactly when
We ceased to be the band?
Have we lost our power to persuade?
All of those pictures hanging there
Will never pay the rent
Bury all your memories today
Send your music to the grave
I wanna know exactly when
We ceased to believe in us?
I’m sick and tired of being no one
So sick and tired of growing old
Yes I’m hoping now for better days
But what if those days never come?
Jamming with my guitar and friends
Will happen once again
Throw away your phones
Stop hitting play
Let your computers do the math
Don’t let them lead the path
Be the art of your own history
We are more than just machines
I wanna know exactly when
We ceased to believe in us?
I’m sick and tired of being no one
So sick and tired of growing old
Yes I’m hoping now for better days
But what if those days never come?
I’ll be the one still waiting