paroles de chanson 238 - Luke Black

We are the future
And we are the past
We grasp for nothing
And we only know of love
But we're gonna last

We are the hunters
And we are the deer
We run for freedom
Through woods and bullet hits
But we're gonna win

No guns
And no fuss
And nothing is lost

We are the feathers
Pretty and light
We seem so tender
As we breeze through the time
But we know of fight

No guns
And no fuss
And nothing is lost

No shouts
And no doubts
And we are not lost