Paroles:
Ne Regardez Pas Vers Le Bas

So we?re a little bit older now. We?re a little bit tired a little bit scared of looking down. We wipe our weary eyes and step into the storm outside

So we're a little bit older now. We're a little bit tired, A little bit scared of looking down. We wipe our weary eyes, And step into the storm outside

Traduction: Glasseater. Tout est beau quand vous ne regardez pas vers le bas.

Our world is a strange place, Escape this mental prison. Encompassed by bright lights "fast life", Giant-like buildings leaving their, Shadows to cover

this is me saying goodbye to you from this day forward i won't think about you this is me placing a mental blanket over our times together goodbye to

we are born then we start to experience... with experience we begin to age we grow old we look back into our days growing up then we die i wonder what

sometimes old habits die hard and i don't know how i've managed to live like this but i have it's a lust for the spur at the moment it makes me content

you've disappeared but the thoughts remain so thick that i can grab them why can't i forget all those times why do i remain writing these lines why should

So we?re a little bit older now. We?re a little bit tired a little bit scared of looking down. We wipe our weary eyes and step into the storm outside