People pass me by with
Blank and  dark eyes just like
Dead lights they're spraying
November's cool breeze
Smoking cigarettes puff out cloud of blue
And the times seems like a fast forward tape and we run
To get somewhere barely but don't know where we go sadly
Just let yourself go cuz coldness will melt down and
These days will grows to seasons
We always want to find special
And want to get out from the normal
But the times seems like a fast forward tape and we run
To get somewhere barely but don't know where we go sadly
Just let yourself go cuz coldness will melt down and
These days will grows to seasons
To get somewhere barely
Let yourself go cuz coldness will melt down and
These days will grows to seasons
To get somewhere barely
Let yourself go cuz coldness will melt down and
These days will grows to seasons