Too much talking, too much talking, nothing left to say People busy acting like their time is not for sale
Days too long and years too short They're always holding me back Here am I, in this ocean of hours, just trying to understand
That the things I've said They're all coming back from the craziest fantasy Of the promised days that I'll never face But I cannot stop to think
Now the things I've said, they're all coming back From the craziest fantasy Of the promised days that I'll never face But I cannot stop to think (I think I lost it)
Breakthrough, so far away Breakthrough, so far away, yeah
Give me something, give me something That can ease my brain Hope my luck will turn, I hope this time was not in vain
And the things I've said They're all coming back from the craziest fantasy Of the promised days that I'll never face But I cannot stop to think
Now the things I've said They're all coming back from the craziest fantasy Of the promised days that I'll never face But I cannot stop to think (I think I lost it)
Breakthrough, so far away Breakthrough, so far away, yeah
Breakthrough, so far away Breakthrough, so far away Breakthrough, so far away Breakthrough, so far away, yeah
Compositor: Guilherme Nazareno Lazzari (Guizo) ECAD: Obra #25819207 Fonograma #13610038