Testo It's real Koffin Kats

It's real

Tonight it's cold, the kind that cuts
through the skin, rattles the bones
The plains are black, the wind it howls
The windows whistle, out here he's alone

Hours ago they clapped and cheered
He drank the shots, spilled the beer
They picture him now inside a hotel
Living the life he once dreamt about

And it's real, once just a dream
Now it's real, now his world

(woah)
He was born to wander
(woah)
To live within the music
(woah)
And take it to his grave
(take it to his grave)

Restless
(woah)
He'll remain restless
(woah)
When the ground ain't moving
(woah)
It's the end of his days

How many miles in how many days
and how much was lost to garner a gain?
And just when you think you shouldn't complain
You think of the faces who detest your ways

But this life was never for them
And some may claim to know how it is
But out in the thick and thin of it all
It's easy to see whose going to fall

And it's real, just so real
Now his world

(woah)
He was born to wander
(woah)
To live with in the music
(woah)
To take it to his grave
(take it to his grave)

Restless
(woah)
He'll remain restless
(woah)
When the ground ain't moving
(woah)
It's the end of his days

And through the windshield progress appears
in exit signs and neon lights
Open the door, he came such a way
To play for you now, remember his name

And it's real, remember his name
Cause he's real
It's his world

(woah)
He was born to wander
(woah)
To live within the music
(woah)
And take it to his grave
(take it to his grave)

Restless
(woah)
He'll remain restless
(woah)
When the ground ain't moving
(woah)
It's the end of his days