- cifra
Right before I met you
Things were getting pretty green
I was swinging up and down
And hardly in vain I was looking up
I took this air of morning
With my throat in way, I'm not sighting up my bed and using vices of another thoughts
Struggling to remember the most
Reason things that I forgot
What I was looking up
Looking up
Looking up
Looking up
When you're always on
You get the feeling
Of the things you have lost
And I'm firing down
You could hear that feeling
You can hear up the sound
When you hear that feeling
You could open the sound
Copying comic books trips
And a box that I was shopping through
Start to pay for memories
And only partially true
When you get a feeling
About someone else like you
You can looking up
Looking up
Looking up
Looking up
When these classic mandowns
That ever stay in rain
Hurry up for waiting and
What else can I say
But is getting clear now
Things are starting to change'
Moving on
Moving on
Moving forward
Moving on
When you're always on
You get the feeling
Of the things you have lost
And I'm firing down
You could hear that feeling
You can hear up the sound
