Letras:
Thursday The Light

take us to hit? How fast will we start the disintegration? We could be safe here forever Floating in the clean blue air Somewhere between the sun that gives us light

Sitting alone in the dark of a stadium He whispers his secrets into a cheap guitar With the flick of his wrist he turns words into melodies Chords into

There was a sound split all the heavens apart In the northern view out in a southern spark Oh, I will be with you running from the rain When it reaches

air Spinning around Did you float in the air? Spinning around There must be somewhere where cigarettes burn through the night And the leaves don't abandon their trees to the light

We walk away till the end of night It's suicide but we will overcome Another life swingin' in the breeze The southern trees and the strangest route Follow

(Instrumental)

Tradução: Jueves. Lámparas de arco, luces de bengala, una lluvia de Blanco (La Luz).

it take us to hit? How long until we start the disintegration? We could be safe, now, forever Falling in the clean blue air Somewhere between the sun that gives us light

Cause it's 10-9-8-7 everybody's coming to burn this city, burn this city down tonight. Leave it all behind. Is that the sound of the gate coming down? No flashing lights