Falcon, The
The Routes We Wander
Tonight the captain's dreams are bad
Searching for a dim and distant shore
Amidst the sluts, the drifters and the thieves
He doesn't dream of landing anymore
Drowning in these tumblers, stumbling through these doors
Swinging out to cold cement from sticky hardtile floors
These are the routes we wander every goddamn day
So swallow hard then wipe those dreams away
Come to life again
The smoke and the cold killed the men and the dogs
Letras de cancionesLast glimpse of sun and all winter it's gone
Chained at the ankles, cuffed at the wrists
Stuffed into mail sacks and tossed into drifts
The lunar eye is burning
Boring through me
Digging deep into my chest
Into my head, into my dreams
Into my sleep
These dreams these days don't give me no peace
From Letras Mania