Feel The Same Songtext
von Cucumba

Diverse and full of meaning
Expressions that I love
Creating as they watch from above

Mistakes are really absent
Melodies that make me sick
There must be some kind of hidden trick

What′s even left to say
How can I feel the same
Would you believe me then
I have dreams, I have sorrow

Concerned and full of nothing
Lessons that I never took
Experiences that miss from my book

Naive and lacks ambition
Never called an ambulance
The lyrics couldn't find an actual audience


What′s even left to say
How can I feel the same
Would you believe me then
I have dreams, I have sorrow

But day after day
My story gets mundane
The writer hang his pen
No ideas left to borrow

You know
I have never actually tried to move my own fingers
Not even once in my entire life
Would that make me smarter
Would that make me stronger
Would that make me better

What's even left to say
How can I feel the same
Would you believe me then
I have dreams, I have sorrow

But day after day
My story gets mundane
The writer hang his pen
No ideas left to borrow