Dust
Raimon Smit
Every part in thoughts in this world make no sense
Everything we see as future is a disadvance
A way forward is always a way to the pain
Everything we do is a step back
Chorus:
The roads I try to lead
Are some, they are old
They are pushed away far in the dust
They are part of my past
(PICKING)
...foothprints in the dust...
All the things my eyes has to carry
All the last that are getting bigger
And we’re not ever closer to a better life
All the lights are getting brighter
All the sounds are to loud
It’s no wonder that I’m begging
I’m begging to get out.
Chorus:
The roads I try to lead
Are some, they are old
They are pushed away far in the dust
They are part of my past
(PICKING)
...foothprints in the dust...
IT'S NOT HARD, BUT WHEN YOU LISTEN TO THE SONG YOU HEAR WHERE YOU HAVE TO PICK
THE CHORDS AND STUFF.
RAIMON SMIT