Letras
There's a tarnished trumpet somewhere in my parents' house
Remnant of a dream that was real
Someday I'll start that ska band
Nine friends packed in a van
On hold for the last fifteen years
There's a tarnished trumpet somewhere in my parents' house
There's days I think of getting it back
But I'm out of practice
Time and space, I lack this
And I'd have to buy a mute that's not cracked
Where did your tarnished trumpet go
Everyone's got their tarnished trumpet
Everyone's got their childhood drum
Gave up on your plans and
The dreams we've abandoned
Stuffed down and forgotten and numb