Riding Nowhere
Benoit Schiltz, Yannick Letawe
You're riding nowhere 'til you get there you can spin through the sprawl
Our land is colder, it gets dryer searching deeper for gold
And when you're finding the sun, burn what you admire for fun
Who's riding somewhere never learns that there is no point to learn
No circumstances, nor excuses, passing by these extends
And when you're finding......
And when you find it, your trust is worth a lie, burn what you admire for fun tonight!
