歌词
I fondle thy mind babe
While I'm licking your wounds
You touch the ceiling
While you figure the truth
A little hidden lie
A sunny, torn sky
A pretty bird may sing
When minds are drowned in night
I fuck you up
At the counter
Let's bring it back
To the ballroom
The hidden sub track of living
The haunted ribcage of feeling
A broken chest with a meaning
Let's flee the nest
While it's fleeing
A little tooth in your pocket
No coins for you if you keep it
I scream so loudly
And nobody is listening
A little whisper is calling
To fuck up my mirror
Then I face myself again
To be able to stand
We got to see
What we're seeing
Unless it's caught in a fiction
To tell the sorrow of meaning
So we can live in the freedom
Let's face the world
As we see it
And leave no doubt
To the being
A little grin on your finger
So hearts can roam
In a free state