Album Name : Collected
Release Date : 2012-01-03
Song Duration : 3:35
Birds In Row A Kid Called Dreamer
We were born where boredom's been sanctified. And hope
wears the same dust than all roads outgoing. I'm sick of
waiting, sick of living in this apathy. Tonight's the
night, the mounts will give up. No need for muscles when
you have a beating heart. This is the story of not
already broken dreams. War's not over, i've just found
the flag. And I don't stand for the resigned one. Maybe
it could leave me happy, maybe it could leave me broken,
one thing is sure : it won't leave ignorant. And if I
have one fear, it's to lay on regrets. With no way to
sleep before the sunset. Haunted by souvenirs of days
spent hoping that life ain't useless for a kid still
dreaming. Life won't build me no jail.