As you woke up in the morning sun the feeling you had last night was gone no matter how hard you try you can live and you can die. The concrete mountains break the clouds if it happens again I’m gonna leave this town, I don't wanna open my eyes I live and I can die.
I am free but not for long, my freedom is gone at the end of every song.
Broken strings my guitar still sings was the last things that I heard as I fell asleep in a dream in the backseat of my car. On my way to New Orleans searching for a better place but I’m afraid it’s just the same as Saint Petersburg.
Well I am free but not for long, my freedom is gone at the end of every song.