Lost highway is covered with darkness,
The cold wind is chilling my face,
I'm feeling its blade and its sharpness
It seems like I'm leading the race
The East is all velvet and bitter,
The West is infernally red
Oh, what in this life can be sweeter,
My dear, than driving you mad?
Lone raiders, we're going to nowhere,
Just chasing the ghost of a dream
Please, tell me my friend, when it's over,
If you understand what I mean...
Lone Raiders Song
© Copyright: Эра Закатная, 2006
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