Slová
Fire and chemicals
We come alive at night
Sunrise our enemy
Retreating from the light
Out till the morning comes
We stumble in the streets
You say we'll never grow
I say we're doing great
We washed our hands of ideas
Of who we're supposed to be
Broke it down and mixed it up
And turned it 'round and let it go
And I, I know its hard
But our eyes look to the stars
We keep on dreaming
Of New York nights
No we ain't leaving
It's our paradise
We ain’t going home
Our eyes are open
Feet off the ground
Well live forever
Yea we're screaming out
We ain’t going home
Some say insanity
Say we don't have the right
We crash here constantly
We're gonna be alright
They try to hold us down
We always get away
CHRISTIAN MEDICE, CHRISTOPHER BOLIS TSAGANEAS, RICHARD FUCHS
Spirit Music Group