- cifra
Keep tripping on thoughts in my head
I can't believe the selfish eyes of mine
And i know i haven't been myself for so long
So long, so long
Am i too late to go home?
Am i too late to see the road
Or is it obvious to know
Is it obvious to know
I keep tripping on words in my head
I can't believe the selfish man that i am inside
And i know i haven't been myself for so long
So long, so long
Am i too late to go home?
Am i too late to see the road
Or is it obvious to know
Or is it obvious to know
Am i too late to go home?
Am i too late to see the road
Or is it obvious to know
Is it obvious to know
