You pray for days to go away
But wonder when
This really take the smile of you
I miss the fiction

Of those ten first days
When it's to far let it down
Pick a problem write it down
From 3 to 1
The waste I am

I'm looking forward to this days
We're moving forward this days
We're moving

Grow old it's better for the rest
They're doing nothing
And the begin to wonder when
It's truly the end