Testo 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