The Bay

A nap on the sand, today, at the bay
The gig was like an awesome crazy date
Too many bottles of wine
Too much crying
It’s strange, I lost my time
A crab in my pants
A piece of her…
I hold it in my hand, it looks like a map
Never too late…
The track is clear, where is my bike?
Where is my bike?
Where is my bike?
You bring me joy deceiving me
To take me back in time
Today I’m a fool, no rich, no poor
You played along last night
I ignored you when you told me
«Please don’t waste your own life time»
You must be my old life
You must be my old life
The fault in my scars…
Sometimes I lie
The girl thought I was full of smoke
She’s right
An eye for an eye
She said my eyes were smart and bright
But in the life that I talk about
I had met you before
You are like the days of my past
Never too late…
The track is clear
Where is my bike?
Where is my bike?
Where is my bike?
You bring me joy deceiving me
To take me back in time
Today I’m a fool, no rich, no poor
You played along last night
I ignored you when you told me
«Please don’t waste your own life time»
You must be my old life
You must be my old life
Where is my bike?
Where is my bike?
You bring me joy deceiving me
To take me back in time
Today I’m a fool, no rich, no poor
You played along last night
I ignored you when you told me
«Please don’t waste your own life time»
You must be my old life
You must be my old life
You must be my old life