Retro Kult Tobacco Sky Lyrics
Tobacco Sky by Retro Kult
I got the shivers down my spine
And cold ache in my brain
While thinking about the things I couldn't change
So I'm rollin' on
With my soul dressed in pain
With all the things I bellived in fading away
Drivin' on the road of shadows
My heart is playing the song (maybe terce on song)
Gives the feeling I'm still living
The only thing that keeps me strong (some terce or smth)
Trees of green and the clearness of watter
Grey stones mountains high
Tender touch of the land of my father
Calling breeze of tobacco sky
I see a dawn in the night
As old spirits come to life
Flying by my side
Keeping our song alive
Ref.: (2x)
Trees of green and the clearness of watter
Grey stones mountains high
Tender touch of the land of my father
Calling breeze of tobacco sky
(Solo)
Ref.: (2x)
Trees of green and the clearness of watter
Grey stones mountains high
Tender touch of the land of my father
Calling breeze of tobacco sky
(Solo)
Ref.: (2x)
Trees of green and the clearness of watter
Grey stones mountains high
Tender touch of the land of my father
Calling breeze of tobacco sky
And cold ache in my brain
While thinking about the things I couldn't change
So I'm rollin' on
With my soul dressed in pain
With all the things I bellived in fading away
Drivin' on the road of shadows
My heart is playing the song (maybe terce on song)
Gives the feeling I'm still living
The only thing that keeps me strong (some terce or smth)
Trees of green and the clearness of watter
Grey stones mountains high
Tender touch of the land of my father
Calling breeze of tobacco sky
I see a dawn in the night
As old spirits come to life
Flying by my side
Keeping our song alive
Ref.: (2x)
Trees of green and the clearness of watter
Grey stones mountains high
Tender touch of the land of my father
Calling breeze of tobacco sky
(Solo)
Ref.: (2x)
Trees of green and the clearness of watter
Grey stones mountains high
Tender touch of the land of my father
Calling breeze of tobacco sky
(Solo)
Ref.: (2x)
Trees of green and the clearness of watter
Grey stones mountains high
Tender touch of the land of my father
Calling breeze of tobacco sky