lunes, 19 de junio de 2006
I don't even try

Put your hands on the wheel  / Let the golden age begin  / Let the window  down  / Feel the moonlight on your skin  / Let the desert wind  / Cool your aching head  / Let the weight of the world  / Drift away instead.

These day I barely get by  / I don't even try.

It's a treacherous road  / With a desolated view  / There's distant lights  / But here they're far and few  / And the sun don't shine  / Even when its day  / You gotta drive all night  / Just to feel like you're ok.

These days I barely get by  / I don't even try.

BECK (2002) – THE GOLDEN AGE


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