Letra de Tool Of My Trade

Drifting in the air with no words to spare
A passing thought for you, you know it leaves me cool
I cried for the country in the hope that it would help me
My heart longs for you, to make my dream come true
Seeing all my friends gaining all their ends
I’m left in the cold, I must be looking old
It’s all because of you; I’ve been made to look a fool
A cold and icy stare is all I have to share
I cried for the country in the hope that it would help me
Of course life is cruel, it’s a never ending circle
You left me on my own to live life alone
I’m left with all my dreams flowing like a stream