Из альбома: Four Thousand Seven Hundred and Sixty-Six Seconds: A Short Cut to Teenage Fanclub

Standing motionless beneath the sun
The lights won’t change and the engine burns
Beyond there lies a steady pace
That’s where i look to Eye on the clock
And tomorrow nears
Do I patiently wait
Thrugh the passing years?
Every day is like empty space
Freedom lied
It haunts this place
Although the signs say less is more
I still hope for your fair rays of light
Upon my door
Thrugh the confines of the city scape
I can see the future taking shape
Watching aircraft span the evening sky
Like rivers flowing
Making turns for open roads
I’ve been lost in the spin
Don’t know where to begin
Every day is like empty space
Freedom lied
It haunts this place
Although the signs say less is more
I still hope for your fair rays of light
Upon my door
I still hope for your fair radiant light
Enviado por: Makson Côra

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