Blur

Hugo Mariutti

Compositor: Hugo Mariutti

Outside the Sun
It’s like a fake empire
While all the rust corrodes inside
And I start to think
Where do we go from here?

A sleepless night is not the end of season
But we all know there is a reason
And I start to think
Where do we go from here?

Blur
The future is a blur
So blurred
So blurred

It's all hazy now
It's all hazy now
Waiting for a pretty drawing
So I can ease my mind