paroles de chanson Four Years of Silence - Nikola , Embee

The sun goes down yet another day
But still no sign of the runaway
Four years of silence, not a sound
Oh, how I miss of having him around

He's not a fugitive or crook but a simple guy
Not a top ten wanted by the FBI
I bet if he was then he would've been found
Coz everywhere I look there are cops around
In my dreams he still is rambling around

Blue eyes, complexion light
Thin built, his race is white
No scars or marks on him are known

When my mind gets on it
Life's hard to cope
When my mind gets on it
I'm about to lose the last of hope
So I keep my mind off almost all the time
To deny this letdown