paroles de chanson Seneca The Stoic - Bodega

I was sludging through the snow
Saw a golden light from a candlelit bar
Clapping laughing inside
I was dreaming of going back in time
BODEGA played the back in what seemed like a lifetime

Sad situation when disguise yourself
Now it's cold calculation
Can't surprise myself

I was riding in a van
Saw a ray of light from a speeding train
Cut through the dark night
I was feeling low though I was then high
Hadn't heard from myself in what seemed like a lifetime

Sad situation when disguise yourself
Such a sad situation when despise yourself

Such a waste of time to feel bitter
Waste to feel a bliss
Wonder what evolutionary reason for melancholy is?

And sometimes get so rolled out
Hate the sound of
My favorite music
All notes and songs sound the same
And beauty seems a cliche

It's such a waste of time to feel bitter
Waste to feel a bliss
Wonder what evolutionary reason for melancholy is?
For melancholy is?

Seneca the stoic whose name's on the Footlight reminds me
To take the sting and the bite of the bleakest night
Reminds me that soon I'll too be yearning for this night
Reminds me that soon I'll too be yearning for this night
Yearning for this night
Seneca the stoic whose name's on the Footlight reminds me
To take the sting and the bite of the bleakest night
Reminds me back then I too was yearning for an earlier night
Reminds me I too forgot how lonely was that earlier night
Reminds me that soon I'll too be yearning for this night
Yearning for this night
Yearning for this night
Yearning for this night
Like I was yearning for this night
Yearning for this night (yearning for this night)
Like I was yearning for
Yearning for this
Yearning for this
Yearning for this yearn