Текст песни
Now I sit in the backseat,
On the way home,
Signs counting days, always passing me by
There is no other crossroad to make a stop
Hours and miles, we’re nameless
They’re waving goodbye to me
They’re waving goodbye
Golden city lights,
My life is moving on,
Down smoked city lane,
My heart is going on
I remember that noise
Used to keep me unsure,
silence, depression, pessimism.
People hug in a circle, saying 'good luck,'
Should I say 'see you next time?'
but I will try to make it right,
Since you aren't mine
but I will try to make it right,
Since you aren't mine.
Golden city lights,
My life is moving on,
Down smoked city lane,
My heart is going on
Bridge:
We squeezed in the front seat
Chasing the moon
Believe in science, believe in love
Who will make you a spark?
Who will set it on fire?
Who will be promised that one single luck?
Now I will try to make it right
Since you aren't mine
Now I will try to make it right
Since you aren't mine
Golden city lights,
My life is moving on,
Down smoked city lane,
My heart is going on
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