13 acessos
Let's follow the same signals
And still walking the same tracks
drinking the same cold beers
At the same old bars
Playing in the same fucked up bands that we like
Searching for a truth
Searching for a place that
Night wouldn't be such a short midnight
and the beers and the songs wouldn't run out so so quickly
And then we'll talk in our mattress
Till we fall at sleep
In a dream we die
In a dream we die