Roads
Pascal K / Patrick N.
Carry us in your motherly hand
Go with us into foreign lands
Lonely as you are
You carry us
You go with us
Felt countless souls passing by
Saw every cloud along the sky - along the sky
This roads
Made of tarmac
Not a beauty
There for us
Full of duty
Potholes cover you like scars
You bore the tanks in all the wars
Build by the hands of the past
You´ll find the only freedom at last
You carry us away - away from you/here
Heat hazes over your skin
You cannot scream and can´t give in
Build by bloody hands
Driving our demands
Would you
Would you
Take me to
Take me to a place to rest
Would you
Would you
Lead my path
In this enigmatic test
Would you please take me away from here