Exiles Always Come Back
Patrick The Pan
Finally the wind has blown
It took away your skeleton
But there will always be, a little bone…
Finally I’ve raised the walls
An exile will not come back home
But there’ll always be, a little hole…
Words are always braver at night
We met too early, we both now
And I was cutting, the branch I was sitting on
If You come closer, listen to my chest
You’d hear nothing, but yet I’m still not dead
And You
You’re telling we’re all right
But We are two different rainbows
Over two different cities
We are two different cities
I
I will
I will never
I will never learn…