Baby leave me in the trenches, help me winding down the drain, nothing more than hiding branches, slipping, sliding in the rain. When I go, I see the glasses, I feel the gravel beneath my sole, moving forward despite the masses, digging downward -lonesome mole. Ref.: Smelling the pines on lonely beaches, feeling the sun on dusty days sucking life like hungry leaches, remember: there are many ways Take me Paul, show me the sunset, take me West and drive me home, I long for water like a broken faucet, there are many roads we can travel on. The things I saw, the worlds I conquered, the times we had, the chords we strummed, a billion times, just moving backwards, a thousand songs - not sung, but hummed.
kurz & klein 