Nothing New (In My Igloo)

Where´re my friends, walking on air
I´ve got no tears, no home
Honey, where´s my fame
Where my ideals, where my body shakes

I can run, I could thrill
I should change my will
Would crave for every crashdown breed
You´re climbing up my tree
It feels like hate,
and proudly you waste away

Where´re my friends, higher on the air
We don´t need no hope
Honey, come back late, cry me a river
Nothing can be safe

I can run, I could thrill
I should change my will
Would crave for every crashdown breed
You´re climbing up my tree
It feels like hate,
and proudly you waste away

I got the kiss from the bends, the smell of bloody sweat
Got no frieds, got no pictures

I can run, I could thrill
I should change my will
Would crave for every crashdown breed
You´re climbing up my tree
It feels like hate,
and proudly you waste away

by J. Pascual, R. Martos & O. Zubelzu

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