Paroles de Atlas

Poor guy, holding the weight of the globe on his shoulders A lonely job for a lonely soul It seems that it makes you colder and colder It seems that it makes you colder and colder Yes, they think that you can save their lives But who's gonna save you? Who's on your side? When you've got nothing to offer, it's the right time to die. Poor guy, holding the weight of the globe on his shoulders Weight of the globe on his shoulders A lonely job for a lonely soul It seems that it makes you colder and colder It seems that it makes you colder and colder Yes, they think that you can save their lives But who's gonna save you? Who's on your side? When you've got nothing to offer, it's the right time to die.