Flowers of the world
Marco Prates
Sometimes I feel cold
I stay waiting for you to come heating me
I got sad when I look to the high and I think
That beneath this sky you are there as well
Sometimes I want to runaway, think about laughing, want to cry
I remember the time that you and me were us
And I know that some day everyone goes
And I wonder if it is worth to fight
But for me everything is worth if it is for you
When I want everything
I don’t have anything
We are flowers in a world
Where we go on roads
When I want everything
I don’t have anything
We are flowers in a world
Where we go on roads
Why are you like that?
I think this could be our end
But everything depends on your point of view
Silent walls without escape
The life has always the doors open
To insane things always uncertain
When I want everything
I don’t have anything
We are flowers in a world
Where we go on roads
When I want everything
I don’t have anything
We are flowers in a world
Where we go on roads
When I want everything
I don’t have anything
We are flowers in a world
Where we go on roads
When I want everything
I don’t have anything
We are flowers in a world
Where we go on roads