We always said that one day we'd leave for the big city,
and carve our names up in the stars;
You were gonna be bigger than Jesus on the silver screen
and I'd be raising hell with my guitar.
All my heroes battled fortune 'neath these neon lights
and stared it dead in the eyes;
There must be a way out of this hole into those glowing nights
and we could've found it, you and I.
The good life must be somewhere out there waiting!
we've been on a losing streak for so goddamn long,
but we never lost hope.
The good life must be somewhere waiting for us.
All the dreams, my love, that we've ever dreamt
they got buried under other plans.
And all my friends married their high school sweethearts
or packed up and left that place.
And the city wasn't all that it was cracked up to be
at least not without you by my side.
It chewed me up, spit me out and broke my heart
now this guitar is all I've left.
about
Recording and mixing : Greenwood Recording Studio
Mastering : NLO Studio, Zagreb
Produced by Antonino Šimić
Bubanj - Marin Stojan
Gitare, bass, perkusije, synth - Antonino Šimić
Vokal, gitara - Petar Vranić
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