Marine Blues-The Hunters

Where I’m from, in the winter you can see this kind of eyes and where I’m from, in the summer you can share this kind of feelings When writing late at night, I always knew there was so much more than this smoking clouds like cigarettes out there on the road, singing to the sky… (Chasing down the sun) Standing up after the day rises up again, drinking to forget time is passing by so fast, dying to remember these moments are everything. The breathing of this floor reminds me of all the sleep I lost to good times & true smiles. I’ve came by ignorance and that strange look on familiar faces Sometimes my skin is cold and the days are even colder, But there’s a light in our eyes that tells it all… The breathing of this floor reminds me of all the sleep I lost to good times & true smiles (For all these songs we sing and miles we drive), What we have left are broken fingers and tired eyes. (For all these songs we sing and miles we drive) What we have left are these pictures in our heads. (For all these songs we sing and miles we drive) What we have left are the holes in the hearts we left behind.