That's what I want.
Gigs.
People.
Plain motels.
Strong experiences,
Unconfortable beds.
True friends.
Us.
I feel it every time
At five a.m.
Rit.
It's hard to explain
The strength it gives us
Every day,
Something that seems always new.
I would not stop myself anymore.
It opened my eyes,
It let my soul
Come outside my time.
Speaking the language of freedom
The only one it knows
The same I speak every day.
Yeah!
1 | I Won't Have You |
2 | I Against The World |
3 | 11 Sept 2001 |
4 | Rustles |
5 | Ordinary Discussion |
6 | Intro |
7 | Dazed |
8 | Nothing Is Dead |
9 | Ill Equipped |
10 | Loser |