It's 4 am. in midsummer
I wilt in my own sweat
the world is burning behind the window
oh fuck, why can't I be dead
These rooms, they are haunted
they don't let me fall asleep
they whisper your name again and again
they push me to leave
Cold coffee, bad vibes
headache hard as a stone
this mister in my mirror
what he's doing in my home
Your faces, my friends
I've seen them once too many
the world is burning in sunrise
I think I'm ready now
We drive for you - Atalanta
we die for you - so you should care
Nervous, I'm hectic, I'm hectic as hell
this game is leading to a goal
I don't like to know too well
Hey driver, storm faster, we can't get too far
this burning second is slowly fading
and it's the only one we've got
only one we've got... |
