pathaway blues
the sky has told me, theres no river to shelter from this heat
time pull out this weeping day
too old to stay single, too young run in front of her
Who made the decision to dismiss this neighborhood
it swings in the open air
it lies beneath the river of gold
it shares with colours wide
it snares on me pillow
You could stay and see the man on the run with his abondend soul
but never say him: too loud his role in this playground
Under the seventh son he will rise in a shiny fever,
but keep on turning your rules
He already knows what he needs
one time, one day for a rest of the life
you know, this much to think about on a pathaway blues
right, for a pocket of mint
it swings in the open air
it lies beneath the river of gold
it shares with colours wide
it snares on me pillow
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