
Date of issue: 28.01.2021
Song language: English
Salute |
Sometimes we drive by |
We fly by |
We never halt |
Open fields and dark skies we might turn around |
Yeah we turn around |
Yeah Yeah we turn around (might) |
Yeah we turn around |
Yeah Yeah we turn around (might) |
Yeah we turn around |
Yeah Yeah we turn around (might) |
Yeah we turn around |
Yeah Yeah we turn around (might) |
I’m a professional |
A pro at feeling blue |
In search for pain |
I search within |
My life is nice |
I like it a lot |
Sometimes I don’t |
But it shall pass |
I drink too fast |
Cause time goes past |
I wanna seize |
And make it last |
An hourglass |
I turn around |
To watch it slide |
You feel so sad |
I wanna promise nothing matters at the end of the night |
It’ll be alright cause I know that it might |
Disasters happen but strength is the fight |
And fights you liked a wrestling king |
A boy a man and things in between |
An ounce of herb and flowers in spring |
Hung with a chemist / Steven |
So fascinated by him |
Didn’t like to drink but you loved to spit |
You still make me laugh as i recall the bits |
Over and over again in my head |
Again in my head |
You my friend |
Special human being |
What a long strange trip it’s been |
Sometimes we drive by |
We fly by |
We never halt |
Open fields and dark skies we might turn around |
Yeah we turn around |
Yeah Yeah we turn around (might) |
Yeah we turn around |
Yeah Yeah we turn around (might) |
(Quills) |
We all try to be masters |
It slips from our grasp |
It’s unattainable |
The same will go |
For those who insist |
The mask fits |
We’re all bastards |
Left alone when the pain grips |
Aim to detach it |
No guiding light |
For that time of night |
When we burn out like ashes |
Just a passage |
Passengers |
In a vessel that will always crash |
We’re just passing by |
Seems asinine |
When we think we can change it’s path |
Nowhere to hide |
When Father Time |
Comes back to collect his tax |
We’re just passing by |
Don’t let it pass you by |
Life travels like light in a flash |
They say once a man, twice a child |
Seems future gives way to the past |
But for that child never had no chance |
To become no man we raise our glasses |
Tiny dancers in the sky |
Light particles, gases |
Molecules broken down |
As the follicle advances |
For our people who have learned |
That certain truths are absolute |
And the loved ones they have lost… |
Salute |
A song written for Kevin Lynch |