Mentana
Islands And Rupees
I’m an island In a bottle An old rupee in a box Daydreaming about the places I’ve been And I walk some streets to lose myself Yeah it gets me far, far from this shore I’m a picture on my fridge A ticket for a bus Someone’s buried beneath the stones The thrill is tattooed on the bottom of my shoes A needle filled with foreign girls Foreign girls I’m the Eiffel on my keys The night before I leave Le bon voyage, we’ll meet again Another round before the blast Before this wound’s a souvenir I’m a Turkish book of matches A deserted peace of mind While waiting for the train to come That’ll bring me to where they know my name Saint Christopher has gone away Gone away
From Letras Mania