DESCRIPTION:
Felvétel: Jobbágy Bence @ Kazoo Hangstúdió, Budapest
Mix: Jobbágy Bence @ Hangart Recording Studio, Miskolc
Master: Tom Waltz @ Waltz Mastering, Boston MA, USA

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Recorded by Bence Jobbágy @ Kazoo Studio, Budapest, Hungary
Mixed by Bence Jobbágy @ Hangart Recording Studio, Miskolc, Hungary
Mastered by Tom Waltz @ Waltz Mastering, Boston MA, USA

2013

Dalszöveg // Lyrics:

Verse 1.
When you fall, when you fake
When your words crawl back to a cave
Can you roar, would you rage
Or will you end up turning a page

Whats your goal, where you aim
Where them thought-bits fall when they rain
Should you morn over thats failed
And will you grow your flowers in vain

Chorus
11 million miles away from close, but still within reach, always within reach
11 million miles away from close

Verse 2.
Guess you told (guess u told) to be old (to be old)
To be wise and keep what you hold
Bet you think your sounds are gold
I bet you get confused when they're sold

Even when your talk isn't lame
Now and than some giborish sound from the stage
Call it off, before its late
And make your mind turn back to the game

(Chorus)

(Alter.verse)
And you wont hold back when there are words to say
'Bout there's some much shit in the world today
Feels so hard sometimes that you born to keep
Your sticky finger still on that artery
But you wont keep quiet 'cause you live to play
Learned yer lesson well how to entertain
Are you in that place where you ought to be
How you feel yourself in your company?

(chorus)