Testo Days

It´s like hearing voices,
like being abused.
I´ll keep hearing voices, I suppose.
Your hight is a low, your high
is a low,
your high is a low, the lighs expose.
It´s like hearing voices.
No one can silence the voices.
Still on your tracks.
I used to cherish the voices.
Ignore to attract.
Your high is a lie, your high is a lie,
your high is a lie, the lights is sight.
It´s like hearing voices.

Here is for the days we waited,
here is for the ones who will make it,
here is for the days we faked it,
we know we´re gonna end like we
started.

The aim´s still in the distance. Yet nobody moves.
It´s more than I can stand.
But who´s to oppose?
Your high is a low, your high
is a low,
Your high is a low, the lights expose.
It´s like hearing voices.

Here is for the days we waited,
here is for the ones who will make it,
here is for the days we faked it,
we know we´re gonna end like we
started.