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  • guzel aaron parcalarindan bir tanesi.

    outside it's nighttime and you're mine again
    red lights and thick frost are clothing all the land
    your breath draws a cloud on the window of our car
    our eyes exhausted, still begging for more
    engraved in wildness, have we gone too far?
    somewhere four wheels unwind the roar of their power
    this road is a snake skin, glittering and bald
    like a reptile, that gash the frozen soil
    the world is not ours
    but faster than the rain
    we cut the night
    we're random bullets, love
    shot by some drunken god
    guilty only, of growing old
    hours like fires, burning our beliefs
    soon the sun will rise up and sew us in its dreams
    forgetting that we're sailors, without wind in our sails
    twins by the heartbeat until the morning brakes
    dismissed in dizziness, and begging for more
    have we ever noticed that nothing last for ever?
    faces toward the sky, 'cause the unknown is sublime
    printing every hour in polaroids of mine
    the world is not ours
    but faster than the rain
    we cut the night
    we're random bullets, love
    shot by some drunken god
    oh guilty only, oh guilty only
    of growing old, of growing old
    of growing old, of growing old
    of growing old
    hours like fires, burning our beliefs
    truth is right there baby, even if we bleed
    night roads are coal coats on the muscles
    of the world, leading us to nowhere
    'cause nowhere is our home
    nowhere is our home
    oh guilty only, of growing old
    we're random bullets, love
    the world is not ours
    but faster than the rain
    we cut the night
    we're random bullets, love
    the world is not ours
    but faster than the rain
    we cut the night