i wake up every morning
and i go to bed at ten
i know what i fall in every day
is not more than i have planned
but let me fall in
without any command
i need it i like it
as i use it
REF :
they said i won’t do it anyway
won’t break the walls won’t set me free
will never know how to escape
the smell of good beer
still torments my nose
the sound of irish songs
my heart’s still upon, closed
the same old stitch
the same old way
youngersts have every day
REF :
next morning i stood up again
how longwill i do so?
with every day
passes this way
my head gets emptier
my sadness deeper
when comes the day
my soul will run away?