ŞARKI SÖZÜ
So it starts like this
And ends real quick
But what is speed
If you don't move an inch?
And I tell you
I am getting sick of this
All the ups and downs
The turns and twists
All the would of, should of bitterness
I carry on my back
I'm waiting...waiting
But nothing comes
No nothing comes of it
I'm fading...fading
Should turn and run
But no i'll wait my turn
To be one of the lucky ones
In the morning light
The sun shines bright
