Pizza Tintin

The bright convoy erodes the mountain stew
Feeds the delta banks of time
And the grains commence their reconstruction game
But whirls as dust in our eyes
So you see it leaves me with my memory in my pocket
And I'll sleep under the tide of dreams
And I'll dream under the wings of time
And I'll tie the grains of oblivion
Times of thirst when money won't come by
Will leave the dust to settle down
Shape the road that feeds our lemming hearts
To history's repeating quake
So you see it leaves me with a reason not to bother
'Cause I'll sleep under the tide of dreams
I'll tie the grains of oblivion



Credits
Writer(s): Mikkel Hansen, Mikkel Max Hansen, Ebbe Frej, Ebbe Kristian Frej
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