Songtexte: Peter La Grand. Hellhound, Pt. 2.
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Your words make music nobody hears
Your hands draw pictures nobody sees
You stumble over secrets you keep waiting to tell
And all the pretty people are out on the street
But none of them got anything that you need
You got these appointments you got to keep
But you just don't go
Because there's a hellhound on your trail
He's following you down
Hellhound dragging you on down
You dance along to where your feet lead
Through touch you learn to get what you need
With a hope that you will finally find where your song begins
All the friends you had well, they had to leave
And you don't want to run to your family
You're more alone than you ever thought you could be
And nobody cares
That hellhound on your trail
He's following you down
Hellhound on your trail, pulling you down.
Year after year you come to this same place
Time after time you tell yourself to wait
But you're never going to be able to take
Any road that could carry you away
Because the hell hound on your trai
He's calling out your name...
You've got to go on down before you escape
Your words make music nobody hears
Your hands draw pictures nobody sees
You stumble over secrets you keep waiting to tell
And all the pretty people are out on the street
But none of them got anything that you need
You got these appointments you got to keep
But you just don't go
Because there's a hellhound on your trail
He's following you down
Hellhound dragging you on down
You dance along to where your feet lead
Through touch you learn to get what you need
With a hope that you will finally find where your song begins
All the friends you had well, they had to leave
And you don't want to run to your family
You're more alone than you ever thought you could be
And nobody cares
That hellhound on your trail
He's following you down
Hellhound on your trail, pulling you down.
Year after year you come to this same place
Time after time you tell yourself to wait
But you're never going to be able to take
Any road that could carry you away
Because the hell hound on your trai
He's calling out your name...
You've got to go on down before you escape
Peter La Grand