This city is a story of a lifetime
Coming of age and going out of sight
And sometimes I don't understand
How the time flies while we are waiting

Why does it feel verdict-less?
Why does it feel I'm stuck somewhere between the good nostalgia and the fear of running out?

I feel like the red lights
Shimmering in the darkest nights
Give me something to lean on
Don't hit the brakes just give me the green lights

I wish this was a movie where we would know all the outcomes
It would be little bit easy to write a memory when the rain falls
Don't know how to be patient, it's a virtue I never learned
If I'm only being honest, I'm only good at being young

Between the good nostalgia and the fear of running out
Between the good nostalgia and the fear of running out

I feel like the red lights
Shimmering in the darkest nights
Give me something to lean on
Don't hit the brakes just give me the green lights
Give me the green lights
Give me the green lights

And the roads will go on and on and on
And the roads will go on and on and on

I feel the red lights
Shimmering in the darkest nights
Waiting for something to happen before this time bomb runs out
This time bomb runs out