I am getting at But there again your head's got nothing in it By the way you left without your hat I'm walking in the wind looking at the sky Hanging
I am getting at But there again your head's got nothing in it By the way, you left without your hat I'm walking in the wind Looking at the sky Hanging
Traduzione: Traffico. Walking In The Wind.
And I'm living in the city Where the noise, it never stops How much pounding on the pavement Whizzes from traffic cops Nobody looks you in the eye here Walking
s like a long walk to China trying to reach these heads See, the world around your body makes your brain stay dead Stand around in thick traffic just
traffic and the traffic and the ordinary sounds I am thinking signs and seasons while a north wind blows through i watch as lovers pass me by Walking
iron wheels, this is not an exercise, it's for real. I'm up here in the rushing wind, way down there. This town is just a traffic jam, you can't walk
Virulence stopped the traffic long ago Silence lasts upon the cities Pestilence and civil war Have drawn their picture On the streets Alone I walk between
chord is a love passion and my shoes look for the balance road while the icy east wind curls up the asphalt of contradictions and spikes souls like albondigas I walk
that feeling to my frontal lobe As thunder roams the sky at night I see shelter at [? ] The rain soaks me to the bone assisted by the winter wind The
me the wind is blowing through the trees funny but I don?t remember seeing anything?s so found maybe I got something on with me I listen to the traffic
passing traffic. they play so quiet, you can hear the passing traffic. and the cars buzz by, and the wind blows. and i may walk past/fast?, and i may
again we up here in Winnie the Pooh studios It's a beautiful day in North Carolina Slight chill, wind five degrees I don't know if the wind's... I don
my mood the day that art was murdered The wind blew a thin layer of dust on my garden bird Everything you knew was sideways and phallic The highways traffic
humping a tree and last week i saw two black birds out on the side walk heaving belly's up claws locked now the fire escapes wind up the brick long notes
out north too, no top on the Benz Big body, too, just like I walked out the gym Man, I'm sppeding through, not just feeling the wind Look, the needle
