Some Days Are Better Than Others
Ready to take off
do it slow
I'm living on the bottom
I got to go
five little fingers
grabbing at the glass
gone, those days
now I'm running
up and down in my cage
Too late to defend, I'm buried - insane
don't you know there's more to life than to win
are you that kind of stereotype?
it's no time, there's no time
there's nothing I could answer
No Speech
as long as I get nothing
No Speech
as long as I get nothing
but I got to get home
so let me free, this is not my home
Put away your flashing stick
don't try to get cl
do it slow
I'm living on the bottom
I got to go
five little fingers
grabbing at the glass
gone, those days
now I'm running
up and down in my cage
Too late to defend, I'm buried - insane
don't you know there's more to life than to win
are you that kind of stereotype?
it's no time, there's no time
there's nothing I could answer
No Speech
as long as I get nothing
No Speech
as long as I get nothing
but I got to get home
so let me free, this is not my home
Put away your flashing stick
don't try to get cl
Destination
deep in the arms of others
i nearly lost myself
i passed the final frontier
a bell rings five to twelve
i took myself on this helltrip
hangovers every day
a never-ending swimming
til you crossed my way
two steps you`re ahead now
i want to stroke your breast
i put my hand on your lips
i want to kiss your ear
i see the sweat in your navel
the curly hair on my tongue
i feel the smell of your last scream now
i want to kiss your ear
i want to kiss your ear
i want to kiss your ear