Treasure Island

Old Amsterdam

(12.12.88 / Soul Asylum)

Traveling By Winds


Hold on, my friends
Slow down, dear winds
We don't want to missing any view
That build my skin and grow my soul

Follow the albatross, we'll reach the place of
an old blue fairy tale where arounded by roses

O~such wordless feelings
O~my shyness friends
Please take my hand
And don't close your eyes

Let's step into the gate of our wonderland
that no torture, no jealousy and no die;
We'll wake up with two white wings
Fly away from the world full of thorough sins

Around around the big big universe
Traveling traveling by invisible winds

Submitted: Thursday, May 17, 2007
Edited: Saturday, February 26, 2011

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