Introspective - Amber Smith

Introspective your lives

They, well-deserve the «funny"title

You need oil to lift your arms

Don’t have illusions, it’s our time

All our troubles now are past

This english winter is our last

And I see you’d ask me «why?»

But I can’t hear you for thousands cry

Take the frist train when the morning lights

Come, it’s your last chance to greet the sun

We take both cash and credit cards

Chill, cause we’re just about to begin

All our troubles now are past

This english winter is our last

And I see you’d ask me «why?»

But I can’t hear you for thousands cry

All our troubles now are past

This english winter will be our last

And if you laughed, cause you think it’s just «hype»

Well, I can"t see here anyone smile…