Текст песни Cruising - Phillip Boa & The Voodooclub

Said yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
A scent of gold and nostalgia
Pushes bars to open fire exits
Leaving me
On the run, on the run, on the run
With Avalon
Sunset on repeat
In a 60′s C heading
Westwards, facing the sun
It warms my heart
To be on the run
It's a pleasure to feel free
It warms my heart
It′s a privilege to feel free
It warms my heart
Out there, cruising
I crave fleamarkets
And bookshops, old record stores
And the scent of Mothballs
And indian white linen
Drinking port in "The Old Amsterdam"
Out there, cruising
Instead I find an original bottle of Denim
It smells so happily free
Lovebirds, looking straight into me
Against the back of my heart
Lovebirds, bang a little memory
Leaving me, cruising free
It warms my heart
To be on the run
It's a pleasure to feel free
It warms my heart
To be on the run
It's a privilege to feel free
It warms my heart
Cruising