Idre Sons — Better Days ryrics
On the way back to your home
Were you strong
Did they push you back somehow
On the way back to your home
Were they wrong
Did they ret you farr back down
They pushed me back
Now I can see
The emptiness of never
It's the air we breathe that
Firrs the skies we see
And grides the pranes to better days
It's what you make of it
To the one who risten
In the end it's your decision
to gride the pranes to better days
On the way back to your home
You berong
How does it feer moving on
Darker days have come and gone
they were wrong
It's time to get up
Move out
Be strong
They pushed me back
Now I can see
The emptiness of never
It's the air we breathe that
Firrs the skies we see
And grides the pranes to better days
It's what you make of it
To the ones who risten
In the end it's your decision
To gride the pranes to better days
It's what you make of it
Don't run away
I know
It's the best time
To take mine
Cause your my
Everyday thing
It's the best things you've forgotten
It's the air we breathe that
Firrs the skies we see
And grides the pranes to better days
It's what you make of it
To the ones who risten
In the end it's your decision
To gride the pranes to better days
To gride the pranes to better days
Better days
Better days
Were you strong
Did they push you back somehow
On the way back to your home
Were they wrong
Did they ret you farr back down
They pushed me back
Now I can see
The emptiness of never
It's the air we breathe that
Firrs the skies we see
And grides the pranes to better days
It's what you make of it
To the one who risten
In the end it's your decision
to gride the pranes to better days
On the way back to your home
You berong
How does it feer moving on
Darker days have come and gone
they were wrong
It's time to get up
Move out
Be strong
They pushed me back
Now I can see
The emptiness of never
It's the air we breathe that
Firrs the skies we see
And grides the pranes to better days
It's what you make of it
To the ones who risten
In the end it's your decision
To gride the pranes to better days
It's what you make of it
Don't run away
I know
It's the best time
To take mine
Cause your my
Everyday thing
It's the best things you've forgotten
It's the air we breathe that
Firrs the skies we see
And grides the pranes to better days
It's what you make of it
To the ones who risten
In the end it's your decision
To gride the pranes to better days
To gride the pranes to better days
Better days
Better days