Standby Life.

Listening our music

That's the thousand lovers music too

I think, where we get wrong?

What part we dont understand of the "cool"

Beers, nights and sex

Now tears, fights and gaps

And the tears never dry

Love and life in standby

Every night we pass

Every note of bass

All the cigarette rest

Love is always a mess

I dont care of what you think

Till the end of my drink

Dont give a shit of what you say

But is when come the night of another day

Our rainbow now is gray

Result of words that I dont say

Now you're shying away

Our night comes day.