Thirty story hotel overlooking the sea Friends on either arm supporting me It's hard to walk now But i will go down somehow I'm going down the old road I'm going down the old road
Children kick a soccer ball around in the street Kalpadruma trees are melting in the heat It's hard to walk here Where the waves shine so clear I'm going down the old road I'm going down down the old road
Above the swollen ocean the burning yellow sun Hits the hotel's mylar windoows catching every one It's hard to say why I should come here to die. I'm going down the old road. I'm going down the old roadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
