Lyrics:
Tuesday afternoon and the concrete is getting scars by speeding cars.
Our footsteps helps to heal the soar and the aching ground, have another round.
We’re halfway, the glass is half full, and I am half drunk and half of the rum is gone, like the glowing sun.
Which iss sinking as we are drinking, the world is shrinking ’cause no one can change what is done.

Highlights of highway nights, blurry sight*, left is right.
Oh how we wish we were older, how we wished to be held tight. When the