Lyrics Paloma - Sibille Attar

You don′t know what is going on
You raise your voice
But no one's there to scream upon
Further out
Further gone
Pass it on

In your hand a burning coin
Your knees are bruised
Your feet are soiled
Further out
Further gone
Pass it on

Paloma
You′re going out of style
Paloma
You're going out of style

Her eyes are closed
Her blood runs still
She eats her pills
Yells out medicine
Further out
Further gone
Pass it on

You don't know what is going on
You raise your hands
But no one′s there to take you home
Further out
Further gone
Pass it on

Paloma
You′re going out of style
Paloma
You're going out of style
Paloma