Idioma Origen:
7twenty7 is ready to move
You know she packed her bags
With nothing left to prove
I thought I didn´t care
Now I´m fallin´ through
Wouldn´t you?
Well, it´s a long long journey to the other side
Oh I´ve been wishin´ all night I was on that flight
And god, you´d better take care of the sweetest eyes
I hear myself swallowin´ the tears I cry I hear myself swallowin´ the tears I cry
7twenty7 is up in the air
You know I feel her hands
On me everywhere
I thought I didn´t care
Now I´m saying a prayer
Hey mister, do you know the way
To salvation square?
It´s a long long winter ´til the birds will sing
Oh I´ll be waitin´ all night for the phone to ring
I´m goin´ up in smoke and phoney magazines
Everything is just pieces of my stupid dreams
Everything is just spieces of my stupid dreams
With the clouds passin´ by
With the clouds passin´ by
It´s all right
7twenty7 is close to the sky
It carries the world
Between hello and goodbye
Like the Monday we met
That disappeared in a breath
Like the Sunday she left
Forever smellin´ of death
Another jet black night, another drink to go
Oh I´ll be diving my head in the pure white snow
God, you´d better take care of this gold skinned friend
Tell me, will I ever see her again
Tell me, will I ever see her again
Idioma Destino:
7twenty7 is ready to move
You know she packed her bags
With nothing left to prove
I thought I didn´t care
Now I´m fallin´ through
Wouldn´t you?
Well, it´s a long long journey to the other side
Oh I´ve been wishin´ all night I was on that flight
And god, you´d better take care of the sweetest eyes
I hear myself swallowin´ the tears I cry I hear myself swallowin´ the tears I cry
7twenty7 is up in the air
You know I feel her hands
On me everywhere
I thought I didn´t care
Now I´m saying a prayer
Hey mister, do you know the way
To salvation square?
It´s a long long winter ´til the birds will sing
Oh I´ll be waitin´ all night for the phone to ring
I´m goin´ up in smoke and phoney magazines
Everything is just pieces of my stupid dreams
Everything is just spieces of my stupid dreams
With the clouds passin´ by
With the clouds passin´ by
It´s all right
7twenty7 is close to the sky
It carries the world
Between hello and goodbye
Like the Monday we met
That disappeared in a breath
Like the Sunday she left
Forever smellin´ of death
Another jet black night, another drink to go
Oh I´ll be diving my head in the pure white snow
God, you´d better take care of this gold skinned friend
Tell me, will I ever see her again
Tell me, will I ever see her again