They're locking up the sun, the light of reason gone, n' hope has been succesfully undone The question's burning on, where is it coming from, no-one seems
Translation: Poets Of The Fall. Locking Up The Sun.
They're locking up the sun, the light of reason gone, n' hope has been succesfully undone The question's burning on, where is it coming from, no-one
I don't know. We can take a ride across town Come on, baby, get your clothes on. All night long, we'll be so high That's the way we'll say goodbye.