Текстове на песни: 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