from Africa Tom阿拉貢A

Its too easy to cry

When everything eventually dies

If not today then maybe tomorrow

Dont let that thought slip away

Let it come out and play

It takes you down

At the speed of sound

When youre underground

You never think youll get out

Up and around

Then it goes down

The thought that you found

Takes you to town

Smashes your face, burns at your heart

Then you go home and turn it in to art

Its not easy to die

No matter how dumb you are you eventually rise

If not today then maybe tomorrow

Dont let that soul get away

Let it fly till your dying day

This is the chance

For one last glance

Why we entrance

Dont cry for the time you lost in your life

The money is spent on the cheap white lies

Kiss them goodbye and see whats left

I know its you, I know its you

Im blistering to winds coming in from Africa to Malaga

Im blistering to winds coming in from Africa to Malaga

Im blistering to winds coming in from Africa to Malaga