March (Mount Maradona)

I'm looking at you, mount Maradona
Listening to the call of
Your sweet truth

You're looking at me, mount Maradona
Listening to the call of
The wise old trees

And you rose just like the sun
Take it slow

I'm thinking of you, train ride back home
Light comes and goes
But we still move on

You're thinking of me, lake in the holy land
Time rippling to shores of sand
A rock falling deep

You hang just like the sun
Take it slow

Look at you, mount Maradona
Listening to the call of
Your voice's truth

Look at me, mount Maradona
Listening to the call of
The wise old trees
Look at us, mount Maradona
Listening to the call of
The wise old trees
You set like the sun



Credits
Writer(s): Stefan Marty
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