- cifra
Come on and ride.
We ought to leave it
We ought to say goodbye
To all the tides
To all we needed
We cover up our scars no more
Come on and ride
We got to see it
We got to know this time
That all our lives
Were meant to be and
We'll be going and over and over and..
We are coming home
To make the grey
The colorful
The colorful
Come on and rise
We ought to leave it
We ought to say goodbye
And all our minds
Have all the reason
To be going and over and over
But we, are coming home
To make the grey, the colorful
And we, are going on,
To get what we came here for
And we, are going on,
To get what we came here for
To get what we came here for
Holding on time
Nowhere to hide away
Holding on time
Nowhere to hide, over and over
Holding on time
Holding on time
Nowhere to hide, over and over
But we,
Are coming home
To make the grey, the colorful
And we are going on,
To get what we came here for
To get what we came here for
