| a normal day as usual
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| I’m laying silently in bed
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| focus on the ceiling
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| I’m going slightly mad
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| my daydreams feel like a day so real
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| a wave sweeps me away to follow its appeal
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| to follow its appeal
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| will we ever gonna see the sun again?
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| will we ever gonna break these chains?
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| but somehow there are these days
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| when everything around me seems to be ok
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| but then we think about tomorrow
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| and sorrows start to follow
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| I won’t give up this fight
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| against this devil inside
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| even if I take a mortal fright
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| I won’t give up the fight
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| I won’t give up the fight
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| against this devil inside
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| but somehow there are these days
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| when everything around me seems to be ok
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| and for now I keep in mind
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| this feeling when everything is fine
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| but somehow there are these days
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| when everything around me seems to be ok
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| and for now I keep in mind
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| how it feels when everything is fine |