3 acessos
When every shortcut takes you far
And logic makes no sense
We all prefer to see at as
A small coincidence
I recognize no way of life that I can call my own
I only see directions pointing towards the unknown
But somewhere someone cross the street
And so we meet again
When every shortcut takes you far
And logic makes no sense
We all prefer to see at as
A small coincidence
I'm always on the run and I hate copy paste for God's sake
The rocks that smash the boat at night
And winds that torture sea
The sound of storms and thunder that creep closer as we breathe
And as we wish for silent waters
Noise floods over us
When every shortcut takes you far
And logic makes no sense
We all prefer to see at as
A small coincidence