Salute by Emma Beko Lyrics
Sometimes we drive by
We fly by
We never halt
Open fields and dark skies we might turn around
Yeah we turn around
Yeah Yeah we turn around (might)
Yeah we turn around
Yeah Yeah we turn around (might)
Yeah we turn around
Yeah Yeah we turn around (might)
Yeah we turn around
Yeah Yeah we turn around (might)
I’m a professional
A pro at feeling blue
In search for pain
I search within
My life is nice
I like it a lot
Sometimes I don’t
But it shall pass
I drink too fast
Cause time goes past
I wanna seize
And make it last
An hourglass
I turn around
To watch it slide
You feel so sad
I wanna promise nothing matters at the end of the night
It’ll be alright cause I know that it might
Disasters happen but strength is the fight
And fights you liked a wrestling king
A boy a man and things in between
An ounce of herb and flowers in spring
Hung with a chemist / Steven
So fascinated by him
Didn’t like to drink but you loved to spit
You still make me laugh as i recall the bits
Over and over again in my head
Again in my head
You my friend
Special human being
What a long strange trip it’s been
Sometimes we drive by
We fly by
We never halt
Open fields and dark skies we might turn around
Yeah we turn around
Yeah Yeah we turn around (might)
Yeah we turn around
Yeah Yeah we turn around (might)
(Quills)
We all try to be masters
It slips from our grasp
It’s unattainable
The same will go
For those who insist
The mask fits
We’re all bastards
Left alone when the pain grips
Aim to detach it
No guiding light
For that time of night
When we burn out like ashes
Just a passage
Passengers
In a vessel that will always crash
We’re just passing by
Seems asinine
When we think we can change it’s path
Nowhere to hide
When Father Time
Comes back to collect his tax
We’re just passing by
Don’t let it pass you by
Life travels like light in a flash
They say once a man, twice a child
Seems future gives way to the past
But for that child never had no chance
To become no man we raise our glasses
Tiny dancers in the sky
Light particles, gases
Molecules broken down
As the follicle advances
For our people who have learned
That certain truths are absolute
And the loved ones they have lost…
Salute
A song written for Kevin Lynch
We fly by
We never halt
Open fields and dark skies we might turn around
Yeah we turn around
Yeah Yeah we turn around (might)
Yeah we turn around
Yeah Yeah we turn around (might)
Yeah we turn around
Yeah Yeah we turn around (might)
Yeah we turn around
Yeah Yeah we turn around (might)
I’m a professional
A pro at feeling blue
In search for pain
I search within
My life is nice
I like it a lot
Sometimes I don’t
But it shall pass
I drink too fast
Cause time goes past
I wanna seize
And make it last
An hourglass
I turn around
To watch it slide
You feel so sad
I wanna promise nothing matters at the end of the night
It’ll be alright cause I know that it might
Disasters happen but strength is the fight
And fights you liked a wrestling king
A boy a man and things in between
An ounce of herb and flowers in spring
Hung with a chemist / Steven
So fascinated by him
Didn’t like to drink but you loved to spit
You still make me laugh as i recall the bits
Over and over again in my head
Again in my head
You my friend
Special human being
What a long strange trip it’s been
Sometimes we drive by
We fly by
We never halt
Open fields and dark skies we might turn around
Yeah we turn around
Yeah Yeah we turn around (might)
Yeah we turn around
Yeah Yeah we turn around (might)
(Quills)
We all try to be masters
It slips from our grasp
It’s unattainable
The same will go
For those who insist
The mask fits
We’re all bastards
Left alone when the pain grips
Aim to detach it
No guiding light
For that time of night
When we burn out like ashes
Just a passage
Passengers
In a vessel that will always crash
We’re just passing by
Seems asinine
When we think we can change it’s path
Nowhere to hide
When Father Time
Comes back to collect his tax
We’re just passing by
Don’t let it pass you by
Life travels like light in a flash
They say once a man, twice a child
Seems future gives way to the past
But for that child never had no chance
To become no man we raise our glasses
Tiny dancers in the sky
Light particles, gases
Molecules broken down
As the follicle advances
For our people who have learned
That certain truths are absolute
And the loved ones they have lost…
Salute
A song written for Kevin Lynch