You know how we’ve grown and how they catch our every turn
Tired of all the summer rain, they made their nest inside my brain
Oh I’m a lonely painter, I live in a box of paints
the stars came out once the lights went out
We’re all just following the light of long dead stars
On the road

On the road

Ah Paris!

Ah Paris!

Bern: part II
Bern, part I

Bern, part I


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