Lack Of Limits The Kings Are Falling Down
Another day is dawning,
a constant wind on our backs
We"ll be there while the sun is setting
Gotta keep the pillow on my legs
Open up the bottle of wine
We see the king has lost his crown
Smiling as the sun goes down
We hear the kings are falling down,
Are falling down.
And we hear the engine roar,
the taste of diesel everywhere
And we look for a better time to come
You"ll smell it in the frozen air
We´re so far from home,
Driving into a foreign town
Guided by the moonlight reflections on the ground.
And the ancient heart is beating of our LT 31
This is the way we feel it,
And this way can´t be wrong
