sebastian6

A song I wrote.



We take the freeway down the hole
Following our instincts like fools follow gold
and then you see one, be one
always the same, never complain
that you're alright, all wrong

always the one in the forest
never could handle the city
we come from two different places.
and then we're gone.
gone, gone.


We find in the fleeting what we want
Same old directions, same old haunts
But then you see one, leave one
always a change, must rearrange
and you're alright, all wrong

you packed your bags for the city
when i discovered the forest
we come from two different places
and then we're gone.
gone, gone.