Tell me something
Something that hasn’t been said
Tell me where I’m going
Tell me a place that won’t fade
What are we here for?
When no ones ever sure?
About the life we’re living
Like Walking on a glass floor
Where are we going
Where are we going friend?
When is this road ending?
What else is left to defend
What do you mean by hunger?
Is it your latest trend?
Come and leave all your vice
Cause here you don’t have to pretend
What are you smiling for?
Smiling at my face
Don’t smile anymore
If there’s no love in it no trace
Did you drink all the week
Do you feel sublime?
Do you have anything else to speak?
Do you feel all so devine
Where are we going
Where are we going friend?
When is this road ending?
What else is left to defend
What do you mean by hunger?
Is it your latest trend?
Come and leave all your vice
Cause here you don’t have to pretend
LA LA LA LA LA
Pretend, pretend, pretend, pretend
The Little Thing 