mine-bazzi.

my time is running

the nights are getting late

don't you understand

that it's too late?

this isn't about finding a way

I'm already heading home

and I look outside the window

I'm watching the rain

falling

like all of the things we tried to reach one day

and I get drunk

as often as I can

I get loud and

give as much as it takes

to move my body

as I would feel something

at least the rhythm

and

I'm still driving home

I'm still feeling

all of the shots I took

all of the men

this one girl

I just can't stop thinking

and it's ironic

cause I look outside the window

my thoughts are heading through the trees

and the sky is already alive again

it's ironic

that my night is getting brighter

the clouds are getting lighter

and it seems that

after all this hours of trying to be fine

my night ends with

the sunrise

and I can't think of an ultimate ending

looking so damn beautiful