Black coffee and cigarettes
Newspapers and no regrets
It´s my new kind of morning sun
This morning is freezing again
Black clouds and heavy rain
And my bed it´s so empty now
Learning how to fly
Learning how to smile
Learning how to dream again
It´s a story you never end
You come and go to understand
What you really feel
I could try, pushing high
But i feel so stuck, my pride so fuck
And i want to be just fine
Feel the rain in my face, in my hands
With no worries about this game
You use to play
I could try, pushing high
But i feel so stuck, my pride so fuck
