*Currently moving in the rythm of *
These Hard Times
Morning falls like rain into the city life
There goes another night
Losing my breath in waves
Knowing that ever crash is bleading the hourglass
And taking the strife from all our lives
Everyone keeps talking
They promise you everything
But they don’t mean anything
We may loose our focus
There’s just too many words
We’re never meant to learn
And we don’t feel so alive
Chorus:
So goodbye, these days are gone
And we can’t keep holding on
When all we need is some relief
Through these hard times
Through these hard times
Move your hands in circles
Keeping me hypnotized
The power behind your eyes
Move around your bedroom cursing the naked sky
You should be here tonight
But you stay alone and cry
Chorus
(whoa) There’s something missing
(Oh whoa) You’ll never feel it but you
(Oh whoa) You’re gonna feel it when it’s gone
When it’s gone
Chorus
(hey) these Hard times
(oh no now) Hard times
Hard times
Say goodbye, these days are gone
Say goodbye, these days are gone
These days are goneВ голове вертится интро. Нравится ощущение, когда начинают вылетать сотни воздушных шаров и удаляются в небо на фоне Бруклинского моста.Хочется как можно дольше оставаться в спокойном течении. И во внешнем мире, и во внутреннем.
@музыка:
Matchbox Twenty
@настроение:
*sleepy*
@темы:
music,
randomness,
PV,
to myself,
hard times