Rest your tired head now my friend I will stand by You don´t have to say no more I know what you came here for Eyes sore and shoes untied walking the streets all night
No new cities lovers friends can make you feel complete The sense of loneliness remains no matter who you meet When all you pictured failed and all your dreams are crossed remember that your strenght is also built on what you lost
The noble art of letting…
Your blindspot is rejection and you´ll be on your own when you´re petrified of all that´s warm and real invisible scars take forever to heal The daylight will soften your mood come now accept what´s good
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Rest your tired head now
RispondiEliminamy friend I will stand by
You don´t have to say no more
I know what you came here for
Eyes sore and shoes untied
walking the streets all night
No new cities lovers friends
can make you feel complete
The sense of loneliness remains
no matter who you meet
When all you pictured failed
and all your dreams are crossed
remember that your strenght is also built
on what you lost
The noble art of letting…
Your blindspot is rejection
and you´ll be on your own
when you´re petrified
of all that´s warm and real
invisible scars take forever to heal
The daylight will soften your mood
come now accept what´s good
No new cities lovers friends…
The noble art of letting go