Go the Mile - Cola Boyy, infinite bisous

Sitting in the sports arena

Daydreaming about what never could be

Sitting in the sports arena

And you don’t, you don’t understand

Go the mile let him take your hands

Come along, I’ll show you the path

Its the deepest place inside of you

I sold my soul at twelve years old

Now in his mold the deal he still holds

Sitting in the sports arena

It’s taking way too long I’m dying here

My clothes are going out of style here

Don’t you know I belong under those lights

I belong on the other side

Next to my own burning phoenix light

Its the mile not the phoenix lighting

I sold my soul at twelve years old

Now in his mold the deal he still holds