Letras
A notification pings at half-past-six A problem that money thinks it can fix The ink was dry, the plan was made But now the vision begins to fade They want a "moment," they want a "brand" A golden handshake in a silver land They're rewriting the script on the fly Under the glare of a corporate eye.
The schedule is burning, the clock is a liar They're throwing the contract into the fire Professional smiles and a cold "please" Bringing the production to its knees.
Don't change it. Don't change it.
Don't rewrite the night. We're standing in the light. The vision is a line you cannot cross I don't care about the profit or the loss. Don't rewrite the night. Keep the dream in sight.
You bought a seat, but you didn't buy the soul I won't let the money take the control. We're on the edge, we're on the wire Don't you dare... add to the fire. Leave it. Just leave it.
Don't change it. Don't change it.
The request is in. The damage is done. Now we race... Against the sun. Don't change it.