flowing
freely(A.Melleby)
squeeze the
lime
do the time
let me be
your bed
you rest
your past on
before you
return to the path
you’re set
to follow
knocking on
doors along the way
reading
poetry to the def
giving the
angels of the skies
the look of
the devil
to protect
yourself
burn the
tracks
erase the
traces
of your
tale
making it
impossible to follow
keeping
yourself ahead
your guides
are pointing their fingers
lighting up
the sky
the river
running through
just like
you
always on a
journey
knocking on
doors along the way
reading
poetry to the def
giving the
angels of the skies
the look of
the devil
to protect
yourself
squeeze the
lime
do the time
let med be
your bed
you rest
your past on
before you
return to the path
you’re set
to follow
knocking on
doors along the way
reading
poetry to the def
giving the
angels of the skies
the look of
the devil
to protect
yourself
flowing
freely
is your
path
