Rock at 3am
SOS, a prince in a single bed it’s 3 am, there is a few stars crowd Seasons have not changed yet, the rock is finally over, every floor singing in silence remember when you forgot your shirts on me see the weather pushing a soundtrack to rain a newborn night painted in gouache mistakes the lights have learn to dance like you text messages falling as steps in the dark, so, where is the day? when you will come back again? the day is out there, waiting for a super blast I go sleep with that party on my mind, everybody left noises and bottles, so alone, so sober, so alone, so sober, so alone Back to the day we pretend like a fire on stage I don’t wanna play, I never even wanted start We raise up this cold wall, how cold wall of pride For what? If it’s just for us... Back to the day we got lost in war songs You better cry on the letters at the palace Maybe someone can understand your apostrophes, I thought you were good with the words Sweet lie, listen to the breaths on top of our heads Back to the day you shoot the poet in your arms Back to the day you shoot the poet in your arms Back to the day you shoot the poet in your arms
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