Cold House

By Bucharest

On Bucharest

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Another useless night

Another pointless day, has gone

You keep me unsatisfied

It's hard to say, you know

The ceiling cracked above our bed

I’ll fix it, i'm not gonna let it fall

Most of us are lost

The others selling lies, old lies

I wonder what it's like

To wake up on the brighter side

Big city lights are blinding me

Our house is always getting cold

Time keeps speeding up

And we are slowly fading

Decisions gently made

My colors turning grey

I can’t go on

Just lift it up or pull it down