Cavalcades - April 4th, 1968 | Текст песни

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• Cavalcades
• April 4th, 1968

Rain drops hitting windows and the streets pass by too fast, a welcome face, a second glance and then you'll slip into my past. Maybe one day you'll be a story so enigmatic or legendary and on that day in a sorry state then I can stop believing.

I've been gone, for too long.

Inside my head, I guess we'll all move on.

Youth is wasted on the young, I feel ashamed to be the age I am, the revolutionary spirit died and with it went the sense of pride that kept us all on the same side and a code of conduct on our mind. I look to the past for better days, before we gave away integrity.

My eyes are glazed from seeing shades and shades of greys and it would break my heart to see another lead astray.

My arms are like a cloak, they keep you warm, keep out the snow. My open palms mean hope and I just want to let you know.

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