Testo di Eight Days a Week

Today is a suitable day to leave every moment at this point that could lead to self destruction. Today tastes like a cold southern drink. It's growing harder every time I look around and you are overland out of this game. If you lose you will pay too much before starting a new match. Today comes crashing in my head milions of remote forgotten thoughts everything I should have taken inside me. If today were the better day with you, but I have missed you and I can't turn back in time, I'm an empty room. Where can I find you? You hold me together, I mean just to be together. Tell me the stories of your own lifetime that you've written today. Wait for me, just wait for me