[Verse One]
Awake between the fresh Symphony,
fixed by the only form of obsession,
the path seems to be being forgotten
while we are chasing non-stop the vertigo that lurks at sunset, the ways fills
and they leave, the old violinist
down the narrow road it delivers itself through the long Crossroads.
[Pre-Chorus]
I can feel it on my skin the sun
that hides among the Dreamers
and now everything seems to be stunned
by the noise of a corrupted heart
that echoes the band of the city of Angels.
[Chorus]
The Pale September autumns seem
to sound different when you it's here, everything is falling but i prefer believe in the Twilight of Gods they will still
be of the foreign dreamers,
the behind the scenes are not the same 'cause now i know we're stuck in the Sunset Boulevard of Strangers.
[Verse Two]
The lights that cross the long avenue
they seem to flame by the moon
every time i say the foreign dream,
the dusk seems to be to swallow us up and i can feel the Gods cross,
i can hear my voice unintentionally
soon answer the Celestial, i know how deep this sweet dream is and with
every choice i feel to find it,
the Symphony of the Pagans is lost in us.
[Verse Three]
Should this time open the window
and let by the wind get carried away
all my great aspirations,
it seems to sound like a stupid step,
i would even try to savor if it were
enough to be in the focus of
the biggest lights of this studio,
i know how the sunlight can be violent.
[Chorus]
The Pale September autumns seem
to sound different when you it's here, everything is falling but i prefer believe in the Twilight of Gods they will still
be of the foreign dreamers,
the behind the scenes are not the same 'cause now i know we're stuck in the Sunset Boulevard of Strangers.
[Bridge]
I know i can feel them all
the stars come close to me and feel
the deep of your eyes, the spotlight seems to have been forgotten
like an old Melody on the road
while emotions overflow in the silent agony of its own, after all this
you knew why tomorrow belong to me, after Dawn i'll know that
tomorrow belongs only to me.
[Chorus]
The Pale September autumns seem
to sound different when you it's here, everything is falling but i prefer believe in the Twilight of Gods they will still
be of the foreign dreamers,
the behind the scenes are not the same 'cause now i know we're stuck in the Sunset Boulevard of Strangers.
| # | Título | Tipo | Streams | |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | Single Oficial | 847,951,043 |
08/07/2021
℗ 2021
BRUCE
