Letra de Misses

There is always the sound Are you hearing it too How it's weird living inside the town Empty days without you There is always a fall But it happened too soon How can I see the living all around, When I struggle with you There is always a clock Gods beyond, by the curve What's the point to give in To desperation? to desperation Youth in the sun drowned in broken seas Cruising the summer sands Despite all the bruises coming from the side You'll always be young and amused (and amused) I miss you