Brussels lights still shining dim, in the misty dawn we rise
Grasping maps and coffee cups, our plans we won't compromise
Bus rides in a blur of sound, with tickets held so tight
Navigate the city's pulse, in the early morning light
A day of endless meetings, lost but never found
In a sea of voices clashing, I'm just trying not to drown
When the morning light breaks through
And sleep leaves the ground, we flew
Through Brussels' early chill, on those bus rides long
Finding comfort in routine, and coffee strong
A day of endless meetings, faces blend in time
Voices in a swirl, trying to hold the line
But when day ends and rain taps the weary street
I know tonight, rest will find its beat
Wandering Tracks - A Day of Endless Meetings Lyrics
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Brussels lights still shining dim, in the misty dawn we rise
Grasping maps and coffee cups, our plans we won't compromise
Bus rides in a blur of sound, with tickets held so tight
Navigate the city's pulse, in the early morning light
A day of endless meetings, lost but never found
In a sea of voices clashing, I'm just trying not to drown
When the morning light breaks through
And sleep leaves the ground, we flew
Through Brussels' early chill, on those bus rides long
Finding comfort in routine, and coffee strong
A day of endless meetings, faces blend in time
Voices in a swirl, trying to hold the line
But when day ends and rain taps the weary street
I know tonight, rest will find its beat
Grasping maps and coffee cups, our plans we won't compromise
Bus rides in a blur of sound, with tickets held so tight
Navigate the city's pulse, in the early morning light
A day of endless meetings, lost but never found
In a sea of voices clashing, I'm just trying not to drown
When the morning light breaks through
And sleep leaves the ground, we flew
Through Brussels' early chill, on those bus rides long
Finding comfort in routine, and coffee strong
A day of endless meetings, faces blend in time
Voices in a swirl, trying to hold the line
But when day ends and rain taps the weary street
I know tonight, rest will find its beat
Writer: Tamás Nagy
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