Текст песни Five A.M.

That's what I want. Gigs. People. Plain motels. Strong experiences, Unconfortable beds. True friends. Us. I feel it every time At five a.m. Rit. It's hard to explain The strength it gives us Every day, Something that seems always new. I would not stop myself anymore. It opened my eyes, It let my soul Come outside my time. Speaking the language of freedom The only one it knows The same I speak every day. Yeah!