Mauro Picotto Pulsar
Never worked sad and slow
Should have been that long ago
I've been giving it
Everything I've got
We don't talk about it much
It's still too difficult to touch
Look me in the eye
And say it's not
Well I want some answers
And I want to blame
Cause the streets around my house
They're just not the same
And you, I promised in two thousand two
That I'd give this off to you
They say time, it heals things
It hasn't yet and it still stings
We're all wondering
Where the hell you went
Keeping my sunglasses on
I'm tired of being asked what's wrong
Learned the hard way
About the permanent
Well it's way too often
We still break down
From chasing your ghost
All over town
You, I promised in two thousand two
That I'd give this off to you
I promised in two thousand two
That I'd give this off to you
