كلمات Pumped

Dancing, we're dancing gently Free men we're sailing Little ice floats in the sea The currents make the ride Yet we still slave away Crashing up all white, all warped at sunset The horizon brings no perfume Where has everybody gone? Allez! Allez! Allez! Allez! Growing we're dying-off alone Thriving we're baking A little more with every season And as we see the shore Underneath lays the grave We're smashing up all white, all warped at sunset The horizon brings no perfume Where has everybody The horizon brings no color Where has everybody The horizon brings no future Where has everybody gone? Allez! Allez! Allez! Allez!