Westerm #1 Songtext
von Plus49

I must follow trackless wasted
And twist into your evening
I must cling to your landmarks

Bridge wait for early spring

I turn back into the limits of the day
Just falling forward touch and go
That lights no lamps it brings no comfort
In fact I did instead I often do


I, I my son
In western number one
I, I my son
In western number one

Dirty dreamers dream to feel
And speechless speakers speak to hear
Running headlamps until dawn
Stalins wave on you

I turn back into the limits of the day
Just falling forward touch and go
That lights no lamps it brings no comfort
In fact I did instead I often do


I, I my son
In western number one
I, I my son
In western number one