Kasabian. West Ryder Pauper Lunatic Asylum. Secret Alphabets. Zeneszám
This is the end of the tracks
Where the fountains climb into your eye
Nobody's hurting and nobody's lying
They climb into your eye never to die
They say the man, he used to sail on his journey
And laid a trap so much the pilgrims for their money
He placed his gold all over this world
And in morning as he looked out over Cairo
He makes his process and his smoked them in a barroom
He could not die and we never found out why
This is the end of the tracks
Where the fountains climb into your eye
Nobody's hurting and nobody's lying
They climb into your eye never to die
This is the end of the tracks
Where the fountains climb into your eye
Nobody's hurting and nobody's crying
They climb into your eye never to die
No one's getting older
Everybody's feeling young
Journey's almost over now
There's hope for everyone
This is the end of the tracks
Where the fountains close
(This is the end of time)
This is the end of the tracks
Where the fountains close
(This is the end of our life)
Where the fountains climb into your eye
Nobody's hurting and nobody's lying
They climb into your eye never to die
They say the man, he used to sail on his journey
And laid a trap so much the pilgrims for their money
He placed his gold all over this world
And in morning as he looked out over Cairo
He makes his process and his smoked them in a barroom
He could not die and we never found out why
This is the end of the tracks
Where the fountains climb into your eye
Nobody's hurting and nobody's lying
They climb into your eye never to die
This is the end of the tracks
Where the fountains climb into your eye
Nobody's hurting and nobody's crying
They climb into your eye never to die
No one's getting older
Everybody's feeling young
Journey's almost over now
There's hope for everyone
This is the end of the tracks
Where the fountains close
(This is the end of time)
This is the end of the tracks
Where the fountains close
(This is the end of our life)
Kasabian
The West Rider Pauper Luna