Pleasantly Drowsy – Câmera – letras

I remember your voice, coming from the backyardEntering in the room through the windowsillWe were young and curious. Thirsty for livingWe were sure that life was more than what we knewWe were made to burnAs fireworks in the nightTill the morning comesPleasantly drowsyI remember every one we met in the roadMost were getting lost just to be foundYoung and old men sharing personal livingsSome with no past and careless with the future aheadWe were made to burnAs fireworks in the nightTill the morning comesIn the back of a truckWe were made to burnAs fireworks in the nightTill the morning comesPleasantly drowsyI remember your voice, coming from the backyardEntering in the room through the windowsill