Sing a song to make me sober
Fire lips over the hill
Clap your tongue when this is over
Choice is yours and nothing´s real
There´s a place somewhere else to go
There´s a place where you won´t grow much
Dust is just a way back home
And your box is the first

Don´t come around
I´m on my knees
Don´t come around my story dwells
In the background

Sing a song and paint it older
Fingertips, I´m as fake
As the favortie snake of mothers
So make me sober, not awake
There are grasses I won´t know much
Where the final lights will glow
There are curtains that I won´t touch
So feel the pain and let me draw
When I´m loosing a verse

Don´t come around
I´m on my knees
Don´t come around my story dwells
In the background