Happy Days - Hurt, Destroyed and Torn... There's Nothing Left lyrics
[Happy Days - Hurt, Destroyed and Torn... There's Nothing Left lyrics]
Withered weed in a base old wooden table
Remembers the days of fame
Cold is the way paying with pain
Like thousands of useless coins
That rings in my pocket morning rises
And i dream to have ability
To keep my eyes closed just when sun stops
Hating all my dark dreams
Withered weeds in a base
I remember those days
When the smell of fresh flowers was you hair
Those moments all to give back
With tears and destruction of a flesh
I smell the evening
Feeling cutting through me
As the red light on the horizon
Remembers the days of fame
Cold is the way paying with pain
Like thousands of useless coins
That rings in my pocket morning rises
And i dream to have ability
To keep my eyes closed just when sun stops
Hating all my dark dreams
Withered weeds in a base
I remember those days
When the smell of fresh flowers was you hair
Those moments all to give back
With tears and destruction of a flesh
I smell the evening
Feeling cutting through me
As the red light on the horizon