Lynch

Golden sunshine, bright blue sky,
lukewarm wind, smell of freshly cut grass.
I'm not gonna let it pass,
got to make a use of that.

Talked to stranger next to me,
asked him if he's seen that film
in which I have seen him
hang himself from lilac tree.

I can't stay here minute longer,
can't buy more time from timemonger,
catch a bus and go downtown
with no schedule and no plan.

Got off earlier than usually,
I just don't feel so much ready.
Catch a bus and go downtown
with no schedule and no plan.

So I walk these streets again,
memories crushing in my head,
can't say bye though I should,
how long can I play past tune?



Credits
Writer(s): Brian Haber, Jan Ostrowski, Kamil Henryk środoń, Kamil środoń, Miłosz Pasternak
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