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The past is a parade of countless days
Painting patterns in the sand
My motorcycle brain
Remains to be explained
Its like a summer rain
Pictures passing through a field
Blowing into the horizon
Watching the shadows on the wall
Tell me can you see my thoughts?
Watching the shadows on the wall
Have you seen it all before?
I need a friendly hand
Someone wholl understand me by the river bed
When theres nothing to be said anyways
Its all inside your head you know it.
Watching the shadows on the wall
Tell me can you see my thoughts?
Watching these shadows on the wall
Não foi mau; mas espero, respeitosamente, mais. Beijo
The broken glass that fadesThe past is a parade of countless days
Painting patterns in the sand
My motorcycle brain
Remains to be explained
Its like a summer rain
Pictures passing through a field
Blowing into the horizon
Watching the shadows on the wall
Tell me can you see my thoughts?
Watching the shadows on the wall
Have you seen it all before?
I need a friendly hand
Someone wholl understand me by the river bed
When theres nothing to be said anyways
Its all inside your head you know it.
Watching the shadows on the wall
Tell me can you see my thoughts?
Watching these shadows on the wall