Sync Different

Sometime i want to get off, sometime i want to return time runs so fast, faded into the past

memories keep going, towards the unknown sometime i want to get out i want to return

turn the blind eye to the reality of life

sometime i want to get off, sometime i want to return i try to learning to ride the wind

but i can't take the speed he catches up me



I have to get off of this train my destiny is not this way,

i have to get off of this train to bring the light into my heart *2



i regret i must say wish i had chosen an other way i'm confuse to be in vain

wish i had take an other train it's so fucked up in my brain look at me full of pain crying under the rain

and i'm the only to blame to this shame

so lame so silly now you see me truly just feeling sorry

no one gonna save me i can see it oh about the weather that i wait

i pretend to be brave but now i'm hidding in a cave like burried in a grave i thought i was creep but i'm living like a saver



I have to get off of this train my destiny is not this way,

i have to get off of this train to bring the light into my heart *2



i just need to i just need to i just need to get out of this train i just need to i just need to i just need to get out of

i just need to i just need to get out of this train

i just need to i just need to get out of this train right now

When the sun comes down cold wind walking around brings a tune of despair
no more breese of faith
City still sleeping
city still crying
Since many years ago for too many lost

I'm creepin to the light slowly and the stars in the sky are falling World runs out slowly
and we dig our graves surely
In the middle of this cold winter child want to find a note of light The night starts between
deep silence and sound of death

I'm creepin to the light slowly and the stars in the sky are falling world runs out slowly
and we dig our graves surely
The boy just find
the melodies of hope then glutle light
gentle arms cover him of soothing symphony

I'm creepin to the light slowly and the stars in the sky are falling world runs out slowly
and we dig our graves surely

He tries to sing
he tries to scream searchin a way to live