Słowa
słowa do nauczenia się
The road, a yellow line unfolds
Jagged then corrodes, Pomona first of all
Machines they rush in a trance
Engines of despair
The taste of desert air
The wheels while we turn
Slowly will burn
Follow me, will you?
Follow me, will you?
Follow me down until
I will admire
Oh, I need someone who will
In parking lots you learned
Boredom made you small
Asphalt and the oil
Conversations dull
Memories pull you down
Engine presses toward
The dark the future holds
Will bring some bright morning
Follow me, will you?
Follow me, will you?
