Bozard - En Route

Reaching deep down in my pockets
I'll either find
Something that I had forgotten
Or else I'll die
Cause I can sense my thighs are slender
And weightless in the air
Yet I do seem to remember
I harboured something rare
Perched on branches I have stolen
From what trees worth of trust
One by one they all go broken
How 'bout this one be the last
Should I hear another whistle I will stay put
And I won't dare to move a muscle
And live en route
Should it leave me on the pavement
So cruelly spared
I will let my vein spill fervent
Out on that bed
Perched on branches I have stolen
From what trees worth of trust
One by one they all go broken
How 'bout this one be the last
Perched on branches I have stolen
From what trees worth of trust
One by one they all go broken
How 'bout this one be the last

Written by:
Giorgio Cosentino

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