War Was Over - Lags

For every time you said «no» and then you heard:

«Come on come on».

'Cause it’s hard to be missed

for every mile in the distance.

You said: «you're not

growing up».

And after all I’m giving up.

Late night

follows late night;

I’m tired of wasting my time… It’s

an intermission of our hopes.

Yeah, I can never keep

my words.

And through the brightness I see the

dark days.

Let’s start again a new day, a new sound

in a new town.

The weight of those words, can

change us, change us.

Let’s stop the talk, 'cause it

fuckin' burns.