Paroles de 1:9

To what end do we proceed when originality seems deceased?
The winds have brought us no new notes
The only difference is the sound from our throats

It's all been done
It's all been done
There is nothing new beneath our sun when it's all been done

We try to sound unique, but it all just sounds the same
It's brand new, if only we tack on a few new names

It's all been done
It's all been done
There is nothing new beneath our sun when it's all been done

It's all been done
It's all been done
There is nothing new beneath our sun when it's all been done
It's all been done
It's all been done
There is nothing new beneath our sun when it's all been done

We will proudly sing an old song
We will proudly sing an old song
We will proudly sing an old song
We will proudly sing an old song We will proudly sing an old song
We will proudly sing an old song
We will proudly sing an old song
We will proudly sing an old song