Letra de Break it down camacho

We all want to feel like we have a purpose
We´re all just numbers in the end we´re time traveling
Turn the lights off
Turn the lights off, where do we go from here?
Winter comes round´ the bend
When you´re not plannin´ our escape
September is such a trend when the leaves fall red
We bow our heads to the dead, we bow our heads
A funeral for a good friend, to the dead
(un funerale per un buon amico, per i morte)
You still swim around in the sound,
The Long Island Sound
I can still see you swimming around
You´ll never let me drown
In the sound, you swim around
When the whistle blows, you know it´s time to go