Day by day, I got the blues in my head, Saying everything ends when you're dead. The sun shows that nothing stands still, Like a man charging into a windmill. Even if your life pops, It is nature that never stops.
Day by day, I got the blues in my head, Saying everything ends when you're dead. The sun shows that nothing stands still, Like a man charging into a windmill. Even if your life pops, It is nature that never stops.
