Two thousand miles
Two thousand miles with no alibi
Enjoy the ride and keep it uptight
Dont waste my breath on endless goodbyes
Keep headin’ north, and keep it in sight
For all the time we roam
Two thousand miles so we’re not only trying
To get even on the side of the road
No reason to feel left aside
If you keep it fast, and keep this in sight,
All the time we roam
I am not blaming anyone
If I’m stuck here, on my own
Confusion lies in every word
When i’m not where i belong
Cant face the look of everyone
When I am living on a string
But i wasn’t struggling with anyone,
The fight was only in my head,
All the time we roamed
Six Years
I’ve been burning my life from both ends
It scares the shit out of me, just to get back in it
Outside hurts my pride
But inside takes me back,where I’m on trial
Been asleep on the floor for a week or so
Laid down laid low, to taste the cold of it
A passenger of your life,
A stowaway hiding there, in the back your head
Six years on the backseat of your car
Somewhere on the map i must belong
Several times I tried,to be someone in your eyes
Six years on the backseat of your car
Went out, to watch the moon and the size of it
Noticed the time, and got sick of it
Would something blow my mind ?
Cause it’s your hands on the wheel, and I’m only lying
Had a blast for a while, and got tired again
Laid down, laid low,taste the irony
Outside hurts my pride
But inside takes me back, where I’m on trial
There must be another way
Just lay down the innocence
We’re not just subway bound
Lay down the innocence
Six years on the backseat of your car
Somewhere on the map I should belong
Several times I tried, to be someone in your eyes
But it’s been six years on the backseat of your car
Six years on the backseat of your car
Six years on the backseat of your car
Big blue
I’m heading up to the coast i’ve always known I’d go
Watch the bright lights, I would not want to miss the show
Ordinary livings, ordinary songs
I must confront all these to the endless
I hate to say it, but that’s the way it’s gonna be :
“Here’s my body in the dephts of the big blue open sea”
Silence here is golden,it doesn’t sound like dying
I should have crossed it, but I ‘ve never been a sailor
How the land it ends here, and how the cliffs are still
Horizon’s wider when you’re at the end of the road
We sould have tangoed in the wilderness of thee
Explore the dephts of what could have been our sea
Now i hate to say it, but that’s the way it’s gonna be
Here’s my body in the dephts of the big blue open sea
Opposite way
With a birds-eye view, from above, I’m losing all sense of boundary line
These make believes, and empty signs, I never pay them any mind
It’s funny how sometimes you end up, on the opposite way, of the plans that you’ve drawn
I know it is nonsense to be there, it’s a fucked up path, that I’ve ended up on
Just because it seems obvious, doesn’t mean it’s yours, no it doesnt mean it’s done
what difference does it make afterall, if you’re not in the middle to reach it anymore
Just because you’ve been good before, doesnt mean you’re cleaned up, doesnt mean you’re clean
Names on all the paintings are gone, faded by bleaching clay
These make believes and empty signs, never liked them anyway
It’s funny how sometimes you end up, on the opposite way,of the plans that you’ve drawn
I know it is nonsense to be there, it’s a fucked up path, that i’ve ended up on
Just because it seems obvious, doesn’t mean it’s yours, no it doesnt mean it’s done
what difference does it make afterall, if you’re not in the middle to reach it anymore
Just because you’ve been good before, doesnt mean you’re cleaned up, doesnt mean you’re clean
Stubborn Man
If there’s nothing more to see
Then I’ll be focusing on what’s been seen
I’ll be counting every minute, every second
I’ll try to gather all the guts it takes for leaving
It’s every time I move my teeth
And i think back on what’s been sung
I want to give back all the songs that I have stolen
To be running out of words to tell the truth
To be running out of words to tell the truth
You see I am a stubborn man
I love the sound & the idea to be in motion
I need to carry myself back into the action
I need to carry myself back into the action
Bless the coming days ahead
Watch your life from a little dry land
We’re getting closer & closer again
You’ll be ok
It’s late
Watching the colors glow
Until the day goes by
By the time you realize it’s late
I might be already underground
Six years of silence
The same old random drives
Oh the years are running fast
Oh the waves ain’t waving back
Six years of bad blood
Waiting for sunrise
By the time you realize it’s late
I might be already down the line
Watching the colors glow
Until the day goes by
Oh the years are running fast
Oh the waves ain’t waving back
6 Years of bad sleep
Wishing the sun dies
Hope when you’ll realize it’s late
I’m not already underground
Sail on wild
Sail back
Sail back home
Unwrite what’s been written on the stone
Sail further, sail faster, sail on wild
Go Life !
Come back in
Been resting for so long I’ve grown a beard Go songs, go stories
Come back in
Till’ I’m a stranger new in town, with no background
Till’ I’m a virgin story bound to be respoken
Dark days
Hello rhymes
There’s a million ways to tell a silent room
Hold tighter, hold steady
Hold on tight
Till I’m singing in my native tongue again
Till I’m avoiding all the people meant for me
Till I can feel the concrete back under my feet.
Put your hands on the right man
I left my girl for the backstreets where I roam
Burned all the bridges to my shelter, made sure i could never be found
Still I’m caught with my ear against the wall
Trying to know fragments of your life
I still can see the passage through the towers
The only way to reach the other side
Did I waste your time ?
Cause I’m back into town
It’s much easier escaping
And you’re easily gone
Put your hands on the right man
Are you liking every road that you’re on ?
Do you often watch my life on the screen
While I’m trying not to listen through the walls
What if I stayed right there ?
Instead of tearing up the plans
Things are getting heavy
And I’m easily gone
Wrong side
While we wondered about the stormy weather
They ‘ve been building cities around us
When we gathered on the hill that morning
We were trapped in a world of false heather
So no more walking on the gulf stream waters ?
And no more fighting in the schoolyard ?
Must be living on the wrong side of the river
Shall we head up west and forget about it
Breaking down the secret fences
Where we saw ourselves in this life projected
and with our hands we liked to reach it
Then i saw you leaving for the crowded alleys
I saw you building back the fences
So no more walking on the gulf stream waters ?
And no more melting in the dark halls ?
Guess who’s living on the wrong side of the river
Underground, underground
Like a pagan in your town, open to the unknown, I am often lost
How long to the open sea, how far from the boundary lines
And how come I’m alone ?
I’m overwhelmed, overwhelmed, so changing town, changing town, and I wont be back
I’ll be underground, underground, seeking calm, seeking calm, till I’m back on track
Like a tired old camera missing all the action, I am often lying
How come there’s no concrete on these streets that I’m walking on
And how come I’m alone
I’m tangled up in my dreams, and stuck on a one way track
Nowhere to be found
Caught in every town, swearing that I’m not a ghost
Still open wide, open wide & bound to change, bound to change, but untill that day
I’ll be underground, underground, seeking calm, seeking calm, till I’m back on track
Not only fadding out
You lost track of myself, a few years back
Searched through all the latitudes and maps
And you know my songs, and it got you through dark times
And you know my pain, you say you can feel it twice
If you can read my mind,then, where can I be found ?
If you can read my mind,then, where can I be found ?
If you can read my mind,then, where can I be found ?
If you can read my mind,then, where can I be found ?
The black maps
I move my finger further up the map
Till enemies get lost in subway signs
Think I’ll pass my turn and choose the pouring rain
There’s a bad moon up above and all is strange
And I just can’t stand the sound of everyone
Who tells me how it’s life, and how it should go on
This map turns into a maze and it’s changing us
It reads in french that nowhere is where I’m at
Should we burn all of this town
Till it smells like all is gone ?
Now my head turns into routes, that I find odd
Deforming everything that’s in our sight
Down is just the northern way of saying up
Forbidden lands, ajar, keep dragging me in
This plan turns into a maze, and it’s killing us
Think of what we were & what we became in time
Should we burn all of this town
Till it smells like all is gone ?
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