Arte, Cultura & Sociedad: 2013

No tell me what it is, it isn´t fair

cause I´m wasting time, but it isn´t my heart

it isn´t my fault

And every situation understands, well

The anecdote of chasing the location to your door

cause I´m wasting time, now I´m wasting money again

and all the cigarettes that I have never smoked

And all the letters that I have never sent

And he was sitting by the swimming pool

But he was scared, ´cause it wasn´t his time, it wasn´t his chance.

Getting older´s not been on my plans

But it´s never late, it´s never late enough for me to stay

cause I´m wasting time, now I´m wasting money again

and all the cigarettes that I have never smoked

And all the letters that I have never sent

Arte, Cultura & Sociedad