3 acessos
The rain makes me want to light a cigarrett, and I will
The city lights dance in front of me
I could go for a ride
But the streets are too cold for the lonely
But I’m not feeling lonely, I’m just feeling that my home
Is not the place I’m used to call home at all
I can live without satisfying all the needs they gave me
And I don’t wanna count the days of the week
I don’t wanna count the hours I can sleep
But their faces are getting older, and time weights in their sholders
As they’re falling with no holder
Time is bringing a new air to breath