5 acessos
One Bad Day
Hanny, A Salt, K.O'Reilly
Come and ride my ghost train
Come and ride with me
I'll take you to a new plane
A new reality
But you can't stop the musical
Of the king of fools
In this global carnival
The jester makes the rules
No use hiding, no use fighting
Cause we'll get you in the end
No use crying, no use dying
Cause we're deep inside your head
One bad day can change your life
And spark a rebirth into strife
Born is the seed
Holding your breath so scared to death
Born is the seed
In the mirror you'll find the God of your mind
Born is the seed
Life is more fun once you've lost one
Born is the seed
Open your thoughts till they distort
Born is the seed
As you ride my ghost train
As you ride with me
I have to warn you
No one rides for free
And all that it will cost
Is a card or two
Taken from your full deck
Of no use to you
Now you're shaking and forsaking
Your marbles on the floor
Now you're breaking and awaking
We open the club house door
All of the children they play and they prance
When they are grown will they join the dance
All of the children have now grown old
And sold off their innocence for
The sparkle of gold