Pieces

Song of the day;;

→ Concorde - Sons

We are young and we live fast

Always dealing with the past

We are all lost in a crowd

We don't have time to be screwed

Some of us born between the cracks

Never finding the right path

Weighed down with concrete blocks

We are all on the same track

We are all, we are the sons

We are all, we are the sun

We may not know everything

But we're still ready to choose

You are liars in a row

No more patience for those tears

We are all fucked with clean shoes

You're better off changing that suit

If you don't want to be wet

When you'll follow the river

We stand on the edge

Ready to stay

Looking on that cage

It's not all right

We are all, we are the sons

We are all, we are the sun

We are all, we are the sons

We are all, we are the sun