DESCRIPTION:
Hey there,you're travelling man
Yea,you try to reach out for somebody's hand
But all this pain is gonna make a strange tomorrow.


The thrill,the thrill,it's maiking you kill
You wanna make a deal at the top of the hill
But all this pain is fanning the flames of tomorrow.


I can't find explanations
I can't see no destinations
All my thoughts are changing course like a train.


Time is riding over you
High rising over you


Hey there,you're traveling far
Yea,you wasn't born to fucking work in a bar
Light this flame
It's gonna make a strange tomorrow


Well I don't know where I'm going but I know that I'll die
If I have to stay here swallowing lies


Time is riding over you
High rising over you
In your Time you're feeling fine
The question"now or never"shines
All for you


I can't find explanations
I can't see no destinations
Will you love me when I'm old
Will you cover me in gold
Will we know before we're old and fade away


Time is riding over you
High rising over you
Time is rising strong and bright
It's calling you again tonight
All for you


Time is rising over you