Lletres: Guster. Ganging Up on the Sun. Hang on.

Here we are outside a novel waiting for an end
But we don't know the authors or the book
Maybe, someone's writing chapters
For us while we sleep from a million miles away

Stuck without a captain or a chart
No one seems to know just who to follow anymore

Hang on, hang on, there's a twilight
A nighttime and a dawn
Who knows, how long?
So hang on, hang on

If we fall inside a forest, would it make a sound?
Doesn't seem there's anyone around
Days are long and carry on, still don't understand
We're a million miles away

Stuck without a captain or a chart
No one seems to know just who to follow anymore

Hang on, hang on, there's a twilight
A night time and a dawn
Who knows, how long?
So hang on, hang on

Hang on, hang on when all is shattered
When all your hope is gone
Who knows, how long there is a twilight?
A night time and a dawn

We break, we bind, wave hand
Pretend when your hope is gone
Hang on, hang on