Besedila: Pilot Speed. Into The West.

You cross that bridge into the west
And all my memories follow you there
Where love took shape and love woke shame
Now I'm left to take the blame
For rushing in, for closing up
For selling off what we built up
You were never wrong
But all the same
My way was so hard to change
So hard to change
So hard to change

This woollen blanket
This seaside view
And the war we waged on ocean chill
As we slipped away
The grey stood still
Held captive upon this hill
And the lies he told,
The result of fame
Where all your actions belie your name
When the rising sun won't break my fall
You'll still be the one I call
The one I call
The one I call