paroles de chanson Spring Asthenia - David Bustamante

Blank
Not even a bug to fix
Not a release
Nothing has soiled the white screen

It seems my muse has gone away
And not for one day
Lately words are dodging me

There′s nothing I can do about it but to
Keep my faith in work without becoming an addict
The more I try to get some feed is turning all my angels in creeps

By the way that I feel since the loose of your
Shine I'm suffering a kind of deep Spring Asthenia
Nothing to achive! It′s my conviction for being so naive
Spring asthenia

There's nothing I can do about it
There's no redemption for a damned
There′s anyone know the place I can find her
Let me know if she′s showing on

It seems my muse has gone away
And not for a day
Lately words are dodging me...