Roads will divide every parent or the mile you see
Close to the end is a friend who's an ally
Everywhere,
every town
Falls prey to your painted sound
Soon you'll become everyone that you shun
you'll see
Zipped is a pot of gold Your cell phone's side of the road
It's closed for all to see
There was a time when your eyes had blinded me
Now and again we pretend to be enemies Anyone who touch your teeth
Will fall like a falling leaf Some will
be left and the rest you'll be taking
The rest you'll be test you'll see
Zipped is a pilot's seat
The road has left,
it's well complete Not beaten, not alone
Zipped is a pilot's seat The road
has left, it's well complete