Puffing away at the smoked Tobacco
Overflowed smoke, becoming a cloud
A
thin stream the end of the sky
The sun sings red crimes
How far can you go, with rubbish
Tightly fasten the dried up spiral
How
far do you go, even though you're broken
The wild howl pierces the body.
The light falling in the west, the sun already rising
Spinning the same life
The mornings go around, leading a different
tomorrow
The engine is shouting
Anywhere you go, with pieces of junk, (Also could be going through thick and thin)
Ruined parts,
odds and ends
How far do you go, even if it's dried up
The wild cry races in the blood
The light falling in the west, the sun already rising
Taken wounds, healing
Probably able to struggle there, in our
chests the signposts
The accelerator is sparking.
The light falling in the west, the sun already rising
Spinning the same life
The mornings go around, leading a different
tomorrow
The engine is shouting