7 Years Bad LuckRoll The Dice

There was nothing more genuine than routine on a Sunday
there was always a cure for the old hangover disease
and you felt nothing but homesick
for a place that was never even there

In a town so hollow you hold on to fading memories
that cannot stop the tides from rolling in
just try to roll the dice for one last time before you fall asleep

And I never will forget those nights
we listened to the summer breeze
and I kept counting all the falling stars and said:
“You know, I'll be there when our ship goes down
to raise my glass for the last time cause we're not coming back”

And you were breaking laws
while I was out there singing to a dozen drunken faces

Every night I wake up drowned in fading memories
that cannot stop the tides from rolling in
just try to roll the dice for one last time

You didn't say a single word to me, you kept your silence
I never knew about your plans of getting out
I never said a single word to you, I kept my silence
you never knew about my dreams before that night