Classics from Promises by The Hunters

We walk our own road
breathe the answer blowing in the wind
and modern love sounds so fake to our ears.
Our eyes are still waiting, but nothing’s ever clear,
because these miles are grey, still…

We breathe with burned out lungs
While this world sinks ships of gold
…And we can be wrong, we can be wrong,
but they can’t be right.
We sacrifice our hearts.

We breathe with dust in our lungs.
These songs are like smoke to our ears

We keep promises for you and me
We’ll live by the promises we made

We can be wrong, but they can’t be right.

How many roads are left to burn down, burn down now?
And how many of their words can we still hear?
Can we still hear? We still breathe

While this world sinks.
…And we can be wrong, we can be wrong,
but they can’t be right. We sacrifice our hearts.

• Alternative
• Hardcore
• Indie
• Rock
• punk rock
• Québec