I remember your voice, coming from the backyard
Entering in the room through the windowsill
We were young and curious. Thirsty for living
We were sure that life was more than what we knew
We were made to burn
As fireworks in the night
Till the morning comes
Pleasantly drowsy
I remember every one we met in the road
Most were getting lost just to be found
Young and old men sharing personal livings
Some with no past and careless with the future ahead
We were made to burn
As fireworks in the night
Till the morning comes
In the back of a truck
We were made to burn
As fireworks in the night
Till the morning comes
Pleasantly drowsy
I remember your voice, coming from the backyard
Entering in the room through the windowsill