easy landing

city, at night. every thing is blue but the lights.
parties, on buildings. people drinking, smiling makes me sick.
others, sleeping. they are not important they`re not exists.

and maybe it´s going to be, and maybe it´s going to be
easy landing please just make me do
and every thing is gone, and everything is lost
only one more thing, one bastard too

I can´t pretend to, you better talk to me.
searching, I`m searching. Finding someone else completes my day.

and maybe it´s going to be, and maybe it´s going to be
easy landing please just make me do
and every thing is gone, and everything is lost
only one more thing, one bastard too