Chris Pureka

Lowlands
We were crawling through valleys, yeah we were swimming in mudyou in your rusty chains, me in my lead coatWeary and tired of always running aroundchasing the taproot of sorrow down the rabbitholeWe were standing on the ledge, just trying not to look downYou with your feather in your hand, me with my parasoleI want to feel the air, I want to fly like a birdI want to get the hell out of heresomebody catch me, catch meThe endless story of how we survived the lowlandsand this unlikely road, unraveling like threadSlouching in the shadows, hanging of off barstoolswe traded tales of our little warsI knew I could trust you, so I let you listen singing in my glassalong with the jukebox.it was the maiden voyage of that little leaky boatMe with my stormcloud you with your albatrossIt's starting to get cold, do you remember which way is eastdo you remember which way is home? How'd we get here?The endless story of how we survived the lowlandsand this unlikely road, unraveling like threadSongtexteWatching the years fly past the carwindowsmaking us dizzy like a barrel of moonshineof these highways running around, you had a dream we were traveling soldiersdragging our burden over the Rockiesthe battle of ann arbor, the battle of 6th streetIt was all figured out, our flawless getaway planyou in your flashy clothes me in my broke-down car... Aus Songtexte Mania