1, 2, 3, 4. . bored (introspection). yeah (city sights). bored (no connection). yeah (got it right). . bored (cold, impatient). yeah (lonely nights). bored (no new traces).
You belong among the wild flowers. Picked at the side of the road. You belong among the silent hours. And broken telephones. . You belong among the TV screens.
The pages burn, the babies scream. And lovers text in Japanese. The more you give, the more they need. The more you live, the less you see. . Religion breeds like a disease.
I'm shaking and making and talking to the sky. I shiver in the night that I can't see. You're as dark as the mascara that you slap on your eyes. Look what you've done to me.
For those who won't and never will, song sounds blue. No one at home and time to kill. Song for the beautiful loser. . She would hide at the park and ride, glued up to the gills.