Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bullitt
Performer
Carles Paz Orench
Electric Bass Guitar
Enric Pla Solé
Drums
Xavier Calvet Sabala
Electric Guitar
Vidal Soler Ribé
Electric Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carles Paz Orench
Songwriter
Enric Pla Solé
Songwriter
Xavier Calvet Sabala
Songwriter
Vidal Soler Ribé
Songwriter
Lyrics
When I pick up all the pieces of my little broken heart
Will I start to see things different like I never did before?
If I ever stop and listen to the voice inside my soul
And I start to get it clear, and I'm back against the storm
Will you ever pay attention to the numbers on the score?
Will you drop with no direction out in never-ending roads?
It's so hard to make a living, it's so sad to feel ashamed
Once you try to find a meaning, well, there is none I'm afraid
And when it comes to ride the wheel
Slowly sliding down the hill
It just takes some time to get out of sight
Well, you can
Well, you can
When it comes to ride the wheel
Slowly sliding down the hill
It just takes some time to get out of sight
You will take a path on a mountain high
'Til you reach the sky
Well, you can
Well, you can
Well, you can
Well, you can
Well, you can
Well, you can
Writer(s): Carles Paz Orench, Enric Pla Solé, Vidal Soler Ribé, Xavier Calvet Sabala
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