Time On Time - Giardini Di Mirò

Nobody knows what happens

no one can reach us now

sleep on and on

living on dreams

don’t say nothing

sick of your voice

cloud in front of the face

I will miss you

take the time on time

sweetly smile

you don’t have to cry alone

nobody sees traffic

no one can reach us now

dream on and on

living to sleep

have no words

dead to dream on

streets in front of hands

I will still miss you

take the time on time

sweetly smile

you don’t have to cry alone.