Roads
Go with us into foreign lands
Lonely as you are
You carry us
You go with us
Felt countless souls passing by
Saw every cloud along the sky - along the sky
This roads
Made of tarmac
Not a beauty
There for us
Full of duty
Potholes cover you like scars
You bore the tanks in all the wars
Build by the hands of the past
You´ll find the only freedom at last
You carry us away - away from you/here
Heat hazes over your skin
You cannot scream and can´t give in
Build by bloody hands
Driving our demands
Would you
Would you
Take me to
Take me to a place to rest
Would you
Would you
Lead my path
In this enigmatic test
Would you please take me away from here
Autor(es): Pascal K / Patrick N.