Roadtrip (Live in Japan)
Driving slow, moving along
on the way down south
you and I, all fine
love songs on the radio
the fields, turn into hills
turn to mountains passing by
quietly, side to side
La route du soleil
the story unfolds with the road
writing chapter one
unsure how many pages yet to come
or whats on m, in the long run
Your heart, growing closer to mine
valleys deepen, tops arise
look closely, open your eyes
It was all spelled out in natures signs
the ponds, turn into lakes
turn to rivers, chapter three
slowly, but surely
were floating gently down the stream
The story unfolds with the road,
down to chapter three
unsure how many pages left to go
or what happens when the wind starts blowing free
Your secrets unraveling mine
ours alone, how well they combine
open heart, open mind
Relieved to be shared, after all this time
the fields, turn to hills
turn to mountains passing by
quietly, side to side
La route du soleil
The story unfolds with the road,
stopped counting somewhere
unsure how many pages left to come
the wind is blowing free
The story unfolds with the road,
stopped counting somewhere
unsure how many pages left to come
the wind is blowing free
The story unfolds with the road,
stopped counting somewhere
unsure how many pages left to come
the wind is blowing free
on the way down south
you and I, all fine
love songs on the radio
the fields, turn into hills
turn to mountains passing by
quietly, side to side
La route du soleil
the story unfolds with the road
writing chapter one
unsure how many pages yet to come
or whats on m, in the long run
Your heart, growing closer to mine
valleys deepen, tops arise
look closely, open your eyes
It was all spelled out in natures signs
the ponds, turn into lakes
turn to rivers, chapter three
slowly, but surely
were floating gently down the stream
The story unfolds with the road,
down to chapter three
unsure how many pages left to go
or what happens when the wind starts blowing free
Your secrets unraveling mine
ours alone, how well they combine
open heart, open mind
Relieved to be shared, after all this time
the fields, turn to hills
turn to mountains passing by
quietly, side to side
La route du soleil
The story unfolds with the road,
stopped counting somewhere
unsure how many pages left to come
the wind is blowing free
The story unfolds with the road,
stopped counting somewhere
unsure how many pages left to come
the wind is blowing free
The story unfolds with the road,
stopped counting somewhere
unsure how many pages left to come
the wind is blowing free
Credits
Writer(s): Fridolijn Van Poll, Daan Herweg, M. Berman
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