If I live another thousand years
I can give you chance of paying a bit
Summer brease hits the face of a dying kid
Somewhere in this town, people toasting and cheers
Crying angels lie next to your bed
There's a thin line between life and death
Your enclosure
Your conclusion few really care
Just a few, really care
Hold, hold my hand
We walk thru a ghost town
It seems no one really cares
You carry this burden by your own
Somewhere in this town
Celebrating
You are supposed to save lives
And you just don't care
Summer brease hits the face of a dying kid
Nevertheless

INVIA LE CORREZIONI