The Highways Are Deserted Songtext
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The Highways Are Deserted Songtext
So we held on to the railway
As they stood up on the bench
And said you′ll hear it loud and clear
If you don't flinch
It′s a brilliant piece of action
It's a shuddered and a thought
It's like a life in technicolor
Like the life they said you bought
Where all the highways are deserted
All the way to Point I Care
We heard it howl across the airwaves
With these drums and these guitars
We′re never high above the ocean
We′re just crawling underground
All the highways are deserted
And I can hardly feel the neck of my guitar
And the whole world was barren
They said there ain't no coming back
You call it pale and unforgiving
A bit of noise and a long ghost track
When they left us in the rubble
To look around at what we had
When all the highways are deserted
All the way to Point I Care
We heard it howl across the airwaves
With these drums and these guitars
We′re never high above the ocean
We're just crawling underground
All the highways are deserted
And I can hardly feel the neck of my guitar
And all the highways are deserted
All the way to Point I Care
We heard it howl across the airwaves
With these drums and these guitars
We′re never high above the ocean
We're just crawling underground
All the highways are deserted
And I can hardly feel the neck of my guitar
As they stood up on the bench
And said you′ll hear it loud and clear
If you don't flinch
It′s a brilliant piece of action
It's a shuddered and a thought
It's like a life in technicolor
Like the life they said you bought
Where all the highways are deserted
All the way to Point I Care
We heard it howl across the airwaves
With these drums and these guitars
We′re never high above the ocean
We′re just crawling underground
All the highways are deserted
And I can hardly feel the neck of my guitar
And the whole world was barren
They said there ain't no coming back
You call it pale and unforgiving
A bit of noise and a long ghost track
When they left us in the rubble
To look around at what we had
When all the highways are deserted
All the way to Point I Care
We heard it howl across the airwaves
With these drums and these guitars
We′re never high above the ocean
We're just crawling underground
All the highways are deserted
And I can hardly feel the neck of my guitar
And all the highways are deserted
All the way to Point I Care
We heard it howl across the airwaves
With these drums and these guitars
We′re never high above the ocean
We're just crawling underground
All the highways are deserted
And I can hardly feel the neck of my guitar
Writer(s): Christian Wicky, Guy Borel, Yvan Broccard, Fabrice Marguerat, Jean-francois Albelda Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

