Martine Blues

Where I’m from, in the winter
You can see this kind of eyes
And where I’m from, in the summer
You can share this kind of feelings
When writing late at night
I always knew there was so much more than this
Smoking clouds like cigarettes out there on the road, singing to the sky…
(Chasing down the sun)
Standing up after the day rises up again
Drinking to forget
Time is passing by so fast, dying to remember
These moments are everything
The breathing of this floor
Reminds me of all the sleep
I lost to good times & true smiles
I’ve came by ignorance and that strange look
On familiar faces
Sometimes my skin is cold and the days are even colder
But there’s a light in our eyes
That tells it all…
The breathing of this floor
Reminds me of all the sleep
I lost to good times & true smiles
(For all these songs we sing and miles we drive)
What we have left are broken fingers and tired eyes
(For all these songs we sing and miles we drive)
What we have left are these pictures in our heads
(For all these songs we sing and miles we drive)
What we have left are the holes
In the hearts we left behind