Why did you trade your heroes for ghosts, as you slammed your fist against the post? We charge the mountain top to dance our last dance. Sometimes in
(Originally by Morrissey) Trudging slowly over wet sand Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen This is the coastal town That they forgot to
Reach out to touch the face of God. Pull back, as your cries fall on deaf ears. We are, we are all snakes and thieves. Forsaken to be martyrs of memory
Light the fuse, to set ablaze a trail of fire that leads to the end of our days. When these flames burn out, I want to be remembered by the words that
I'm so lost that I can't even breathe. It is okay to say that, "I'm dead alone?" I was calling out your name, but I remembered it was just a dream. What
Stargazers, lost children, hold on so we never forget. Star crossed, these lovers, hold on so we never forget. Breathe in your beauty our eyes rip into
Today I walked away from something that could've been m destiny. Some paint pink skies while others dwell in darkness. I put on the face of forgetting
Driving wooden stakes through black hearts. The clock strikes midnight, the dye has been cast, and the sun sets once again. Broken records spin love
We are the kids and we're here to stay. Our anger makes us strong. Life's mistakes have got us here, but through strength and hope we'll climb back up
We are the ones, we're living inside of yesterday. We are the ones, we're searching for a better way. The days are getting longer, and the nights won
And we set sail, our ships crash through these waters. From coast to coast we search, we strive to find new land. This is our destiny, this is where
Some of us are holding on to a life that doesn't want us anymore, trapped in a world that forgot us years ago. Forever I am destined to walk this continuous
Indian summer sky, let's set the fucking stage. Three months to remember, or lose'em in a drunken haze. We hit every city on the coast that'll host us
1095 days, I've walked such a bitter sweet road, 1095 days, so long til' I see you again. I've got 1500 Miles wearing itself across my face, not even
We play hard. We play fast. We play together.
Close the doors that let me through. From the back seat I can see the change. Shut off everything I remember. Growing stronger every time we meet. You
da leone che un generico ingranaggio, meglio essere aquilone che un patetico pagliaccio, potrei fare il terrorista, un mercenario strapagato, basta sia il protagonista
Fordítás: Masini, Marco. Főszereplő.