Wohin Gehin Songtext
von Hounding Hours

The jowls will mark the time
I wished to be a lion
But pride wears heavy chains
They weave through the fathers′ manes

I'm feeling crowded
Alone but feeling crowded
But you don′t need to change
I need to hunt, run, and catch you up

Not enough open space
Will leave you running in place
I want to breathe in every space
At my lonely pace

I don't got feet for marathons
I got no lungs for a marathon
Just mind and mouth for running on and on


Saddled to the bones.
No choice on the ride.
Took a dive in the grime and
Came up for air on the other side.

I want poetic urgency
Always chasing new chills

I don't got feet for marathons
I got no lungs for a marathon
Just mind and mouth for running on and on

To feel like a million bucks
I can take an empty wallet
And no better plan
Then to wander around
Without any better plan

I don′t got feet for marathons
I got no lungs for a marathon
Just mind and mouth for running on and on

And on