Spoken Thoughts Testo

We cry, we make time fly
Best friends, or are we?
Forever

They stare from behind glass doors
We never ask them why
We're here
We're all stuck inside

A picture In a broken frame
From a bird's eye view
When the thought comes
I'll bite my lip
In the corner of my mind

Unspoken words mean nothing
Gonna take a walk outside
A cold wind blows
and I don't feel anything at all

A picture
In a broken frame
From a bird's eye view
When the thought comes
I'll bite my lip
In the corner of my mind

A picture
In a broken frame From a bird's eye view
When the thought comes
I'll bite my lip
In the corner of my mind