On The Way Home

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lyrics

Quickness in the eyes of men
Soaring, spinning, fights to come
Are you in it for the fun?
A broken tree, floats on the river

Shallow on the side of the road
Covering the open fish mouth
Laid out rotting in the sun
Nothing fights and nothing done.

The hills are restless on the ground
Teeth are hard, and the hands are calm
A touch of softness on the outlines of the way home.

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from פקעת אחת של זמן, released September 8, 2012
מילים: מיכל גוטמן , לחן: מיכל גוטמן ואוהד גוטפלד

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tags: rock Jerusalem

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