Midnight fever

We drive in the streets under a river
Where our grandpas used to chill out.
Things were much closer than now. now.

A thousand dead leaves cover the ground
And hides the cement of the pavement.
Trees are all empty now. now.

Afternoon sunset, colored sky.
In the rush of the routine, some will live some will die.

Along these corners, where we poured our dreams
And watch them go down the drain many times.
Falling is worse now. falling is worse now.

Then comes rain to wash it all
Another day rises, another will to trust
That life can still be better now, life can still be better now.

Afternoon sunset, colored sky.
In the rush of the routine, some will live some will die.