Broken Record Songtext
von John van Deusen

Son, I want you to know the garden
Soil in the morning, Poet′s 'Lilly′
Everything that you lay your hands upon
Will one day dance with ashen faun

So make tomorrow golden
Dirt on your hands as the world runs circles
World runs circles, world runs circles, world runs circles
Like a broken record


Son, I want you to know the forest
Amber-soaked alders in the spring tide
Everyone that you lay your chips upon
Will one day dance with ashen faun

So make tomorrow golden
Gentle and kind as the world runs circles
World runs circles, world runs circles, world runs circles
Like a broken record

Like a broken record

Like a broken record