Sun

A day, a word, a sign that cannot mislead

A feel, a tear, but nothing sad still

The taste of the disappointment

It does now exist

Betrayed and trapped, the feeling that nothing's now real

You're coming up with that same phrase again, again, again, again

Anyone we speak to all the sadness breaks the chains

A night, a drink

The funeral of a great time

It couldn't be worse than the end of

A good plan

The taste of the expectations

Is calling just fine

Betrayed and trapped the feeling that nothing's now

A line of dreams

Is writing down stories of lost clouds

Imagine them playing a scene

On stage

And facing a huge crowed

The echo disappears

No answers follow the way out

You're coming up with that same phrase again, again, again, again

Anyone we speak to all the sadness break the chains

You're coming up with that same phrase again, again, again, again

Anyone we speak to all the sadness break the chains