Old Tune

2010

Sweet relief, Italian jeans
Fresh fruit, out of my trees
Just a running, running free
Thats the way its got to be

Tied up in an old tune wont let it go
Tied up in an old tune wont let it go

Sunny weather, choppy seas
The winds blowin, I wont go near
I see a white cloud, up off the hill
The smell of smoke, fire engines wail

Tied up in an old tune wont let it go
Tied up in an old tune wont let it go
Tied up in an old tune
Tied up in an old tune
Tied up in an old tune wont let it go

Hells fire, this aint no dream
The sun was brutal, the air stings
My eyes are bloody, I need a mask
To keep me breathing, I need it fast

Tied up in an old tune wont let it go
Tied up in an old tune wont let it go
Tied up in an old tune
Tied up in an old tune
Tied up in an old tune wont let it go

Dulce alivio, Jeans italianos

Fruta fresca, cae de mis árboles

Solo una carrera, corriendo gratis

Esa es la manera que debe ser