Westwood

And then I walked across the room
And I think I saw a smile
A smile, a smile it wasn't mine

And like a pigeon in the cockpit
I fly with lights flashing red
I'm in the sky smiling at the things you once said

The pavement seems smooth
Its' warming reign
The pavement seems smooth
Its' warming reign

And on the wall there is a painting
With trees in yellow and red
The sky is blue, but its changing soon it's the Westwood

So here I am
And I'm still smiling at your face
Your face, your face, hells picked up the trace

The pavement seems smooth
Its' warming reign
The pavement seems smooth
Its' warming reign



Credits
Writer(s): Gian Luca Von Raesfeld, Max Hoffmann, Robin Von Sack, Wolfgang Stammer
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