Texty: Operator Please. 6/8.

Take a step
Who ever thought the lonely boy would ever be
This modern lie
Blind fold me but it doesn't mean that I don't see
You could only hope.

I never heard it no
I'll never hear it no

Through this lazy haze

Of a stubborn mind
Re-attach, mishap, unwind

There is only so much that you think that this
Generation can hold.

You could only hope.

I never heard it no
I'll never hear it no

To this day
You can say
Whatever you want cause it's rising and falling ignorance is hitting the snow
But I bet you can guess that I'm
On the way
On the way
To believing in things that are written all over my face.

Lonely time
Could ever tell the little culprit what to say
This minds delusion
Means no revolution
I'm running so fast
That I'm holding the past
But I'm leaving a letter that's full of shame.

To this day
You can say
Whatever you want cause it's rising and falling ignorance is hitting the snow
But I bet you can guess that I'm
On the way
On the way
To believing in things that are written all over my face

To this day
You can say
Whatever you want cause it's rising and falling ignorance is hitting the snow
But I bet you can guess that I'm
On the way
On the way
To believing in things that are written all over my face
Go.

(Merci a Guillaume pour cettes paroles)