Travelling on the back of a pickup with you
Standing up, wind blowing through our shirts,
Hairs over our faces; can barely see the smile
Guitar playing in our inner ears
The city looms with chaos
There’s chaos in our hearts
It escalates up
Samasya? Tapasya!
Travelling on the back of a pickup with you
Standing up, wind blowing through our shirts,
Hairs over our faces; can barely see the smile
Guitar playing in our inner ears
The city looms with chaos
There’s chaos in our hearts
It escalates up