Tootscats - 12. Cave | Текст песни

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This narrow trail should bring me to my home
I’m not sure if I can unravel in the darkness of this labyrinth
The stones surround my tired feet
and the air is strangely pure
stalactites of pine trees hide the stars above me
and the forest breathes

Immigrants will never find their way home
Unless they buy a map
Not all roads will always lead to well-known Rome
Some can find a quag

Where does this weird noise come from?
Are these sounds of my world?
And the more I look for dark background creatures the more I see
The moment I want to run, run away like Usain Bolt
Sounds of the highway start to fuse with heartbeats
Soon I’ll have my tea

Immigrants will never find their way home
Unless they buy a map
Not all roads will always lead to well-known Rome
Some can find a quag

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