Days Passing By

Ahem

I am waking in the morning

Is it winter is it summer

Days have slipped away

I can't even count them

Pararara pararara

I am suiting in my corner

Getting ready for my work

Eight hours five days working

Days off I don't know about them

Mmm hmm

I am waiting at the bus stop

Going home's a long road

Do it every day now

So I barely notice

Pararara pararara

Coffee in my right hand

Headphones in the other

Life is just repeating

But somehow I keep singing

Morning turns to evening

Evening back to morning

Faces on the same train

All of us are yawning

Mmm hmm

Eight hours five days work

Eight hours five days work

Living for the weekend

But the weekend disappears

Going home's a long road

Going home's a long road

Pararara pararara

Pararara pararara

We are singing in the silence

We are marching through the hours

We are tired but still standing

This routine is ours

Pararara pararara

Pararara pararara