Music: Mario Andreu
I should´ve paid more attention
When I was at college
And learn all the things
I remember I didn't wanna learn
I have been told
I was not making a good decision
But good choices don't usually
Lead to good stories to tell
I should've looked
At the future
While I was walking
And rent my life at a price
I could never afford
Money lasts less
Than the white bright
Trail of a comet
And gold rarely ends up
In the hands of those
Who need it most
I may not write the letter
Where I tell you in what I become
Till I die or getting lost in the dark
I'll be walking by the long way home
A child must die to let
A young man become an adult
And dreamers are killed
By their dreams
That will never come true
There's something wrong
In the weather this Sunday morning
When I felt the snow falling
On me in the middle of June
Do you remember the nights
When we slept in the garden?
And all we were worried
About was a howl in the woods
I'll stay awake till
The sun rises among the mountains
Or the night last for good
And the moon falls strain my head
I may not write the letter
Where I tell you in what I become
Till I die or getting lost in the dark
I'll be walking by the long way home