Paul Bäcklin - The Highway - текст песни и слова, похожие исполнители

Kishore Kumar Hits — Paul Bäcklin - The Highway текст песни

Исполнитель: Paul Bäcklin

альбом: Something to Die to

I wish that you were deaf and
Spent your life tending to plants.
I wish that you were happy now
But in the past, you had been sad.
I wish your eyes would cool me down
And gentry force me back.
I wish your braided hair were roots
That snuck into my past.
I wish that you were beautiful and
That you didn't care.
I wish that you respected what is sacred and
That you didn't have to ask.
But here you are. A highway.
My wasteland cut in half.
Something dangerous to cross before
I continue on my path.
An open bar.
A neon sign that's selling me my past...
I wish that you accepted me
In being what I am.
I wish that you corrected me
When I would drift too far from that.
I wish you told the truth and thus
Never had to act.
I wish that I could trust you
But here you are. A highway.
My wasteland cut in half.
Something dangerous to cross before
I continue on my path.
An open bar.
A neon sign that's selling me my past.
A filthy little hiding place that that waters down my craft.
All void of cars is the highway
On lookout for some light.
One could flash by any second
And I'll be fragments in the hites.
No cigar,
But you're so close in a landscape so vast.
Many small correction-waves instead of a crash.

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