We've been tearing up pages, line after line, 'till we carve our way through the ground but sometimes all of the best things, they just take more time
Let's take to the streets tonight i miss all the bright lights around this town cause when it's cold you begin to glow until morning sun wears you down
Let the fires burn, let them guide you through the night bring you close to mountain roads, draw you like a moth to light it's not the words that we spoke
There was a place in the hills by the bay where we'd watch our ships pass, and lights flicker away we would dig our hole there and let new worlds have
Let the fires burn, let them guide you through the night bring you close to mountain roads, draw you like a moth to light it's not the words that we
Sono stufo, sono stanco di sentire sporchi negri Sono stufo, sono stanco di sentire mi fai schifo Stop Gente come noi, con un cuore come noi Cerchi
