Lyrics: Thomas Budin
Music: Thomas Budin
Oohh
I rode that river as deep as it would go,
And without fail we found our trail had run out of road,
The faulty installation on which we built this love,
Caused our inevitable deterioration,
And here is where I draw the line,
No more lies I self-inscribe,
The mirror holds me as who I perceive I am
Eh oh
Here all day with the party all day
Here all day with the party all day
Here all day with the party all day
Here all day with the party all day
I rode that river as deep as it would go,
And without fail we found our trail had run out of road,
The faulty installation on which we built this love,
Caused our inevitable deterioration,
And here is where I draw the line,
No more lies I self-inscribe,
The mirror holds me as who I perceive I am
Eh oh
(so sao~)
Eh oh
Here all day with the party all day
Oohh