Текст песни Exiles Always Come Back - Patrick the Pan

Finally the wind has blown
It took away your skeleton
But there will always be, a little bone...

Finally I've raised the walls
An exile will not come back home
But there'll always be, a little hole...

Words are always braver at night.

We met too early, we both now.
And I was cutting, the branch I was sitting on.
If You come closer, listen to my chest,
You'd hear nothing, but yet I'm still not dead.

And You,
You're telling we're all right,
But We are two different rainbows,
Over two different cities.

We are two different cities.

I
I will
I will never
I will never learn...