Fourty Years

Duration

5:02

Genres

Modern Rock

Description

Lyrics

Staring through the ceiling Piercing concrete with our burning eyes Waiting for the guiding star to shine Fourty years of walking... walking, slowly hand in hand believing, still, there is a promised land Dreams that slowly murder breathing on what used to be the magic carpet that would never ever leave the ground but still you feel it might be real Am I always, should be, could be - Boy, dont kid yoruself believe me! No, no, you stand a chance And still you try and work and fuss to make it live, to make it last another year and we're still here and Another year Now it seems so pointless Flying in the speed of time Ejector seats are hard to find these days Sailing the Santa Maria Where she sails i do not know I'm waiting for the light to show Am I always, should be, could be - Boy, dont kid yoruself believe me! No, no, you stand a chance And still you try and work and fuss to make it live, to make it last another year and we're still here Maybe Maybe I'm just slightly hopeful cause it looks like god just gave me a wink well i'm not sure about the words he told me but i think he said Boy, This chance is your last you'd better hold it fast Don't let it go before you must