Letras
I took a stroll on bourbon street
I was searching for a new sound
It might as well have been Graceland
With the spirits that were walking around
What if I've been wrong this whole time
And there's nothing left to fear
And I have wasted all of these years
My sister on trombone
Makes me really really really want to let it go
My brother on the sax
Makes me really really really want to let it passing
My father in the sky
Makes me really really really want to let it flying
And I'm flying I'm flying I'm flying
It's got me thinkin' that maybe everything will turn out fine
That all the pieces of darkness, are just echoes in my mind
Echoes in my-
Echoes in my—
Echoes in my
You gotta write some poetry
Even if no one ever finds out
You gotta taste a little dirt
That just means that you are working it out
My sister on trombone
Makes me really really really want to let it go
My brother on the sax
Makes Me really really really want to let it pass
My father in the sky
Makes me really really really want to let it flying
And I'm flying I'm flying I'm flying
Its got me thinking that maybe, everything will turn out fine
That all the pieces of darkness, are just echoes in my mind
Echoes in my
Echoes in my
Echoes in my
Its got me thinking that maybe, everything will turn out fine
These are echoes in my mind
That all the pieces of darkness, they were never on my side
Goodbye