Songtext von Blasting Fonda

I watch the clock, alot To see where im at, in the plot Its like a movie starring me Its all so moving to me And i dont wanna leave This walking dream Its up to you To get me home I wont go in alone Chorus: In days of olden Silence was golden I dreamed of you Hair on my pillow Like a weeping willow Cool breeze blows through There will be no failure I wont be the last Premadonna stuck in a trailer Blasting for the news (chorus)