Tekstovi: Fuel. Sunburn. Untitled.

I wanted to feel something
To be something to see something

If I could find one thing that was mine
I'd leave this behind
But I can't find my way to get far away
And bury these days

Fantasy once reality
Becomes such a parody

If I could find one thing that was mine
I'd leave this behind
But I can't find my way to get far away
And bury these days

Bury these days
Bury these days

If shining or if shaking
It's reality faking

And if I could find one thing that was mine
I'd leave this behind
But I can't find my way to get far away
And bury these days

If I could find one thing that was mine
I'd leave this behind
But I can't find my way to get far away
And bury these days

Bury these days
Bury these days