quinta-feira, 5 de agosto de 2010

Our Road

This could be another funny story, if I ever had a choice

This could be another waste of glory, if I was proud of what we have

8 at night you drink alone upstairs, and you´re chatting with your boo

At the sofa you´re watching big brother, making friends you never knew

How this began we may never know

Cause you know we´re looking for something that´s lost in our souls

Home is changing so fastly, and it seems they don´t care

But I´m looking behind, admitting mistakes that I had

Now the phone rings and there´s no answer, no one thinks that´s for them

Maybe doctors are looking for him, maybe judges are too

Maybe cousins just want her voice, but they´ll never, never tell

Cause they never, never talk, and it´s never, never well

How this began we may never know

Cause you know we´re looking for something that´s lost in our souls

Home is changing so fastly, and it seems they don´t care

But I´m looking behind, admitting mistakes that I had

And I hear that they´re planning what I think that doesn´t worth

This new house could never fix what is made in our road

We´re hurting each other, using silence instead of voice

While stubbornness is hiding our chance to have a choice

How this began we may never know

Cause you know we´re looking for something that´s lost in our souls

Home is changing so fastly, and it seems they don´t care

But I´m looking behind, admitting mistakes that I had

But I´m looking behind, admitting mistakes that you had

But I´m looking behind, admitting mistakes that we had.



CP

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