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Montag, 20. Februar 2012

you turn my legs into Spaghetti









Strongest taste
loudest drop
head is filled
the thought, unlocked
Strongest taste
loudest drop
head is filled
you'd be thirteen
I'd be thirty-five
gone to find a place for us to hide
be together, but alone
as the need for it has grown
you'd be thirteen
I'd be thirty-five
gone to find a place for us to hide
be together, but alone
as the need for it has grown, yeah

cha cha, cha cha, cha cha
cha cha, cha cha

a cave or a shed
a car or a bed
a hole in the ground
or a burial mound
a bush or a tree
or the aegean sea, will do for me
I can say that you look pretty
you turn my legs into spaghetti
you set my heart on fire
for you I found a vent
in the bottom of a coal mine
just enough space for your hands in the inside
if you go
do let me know
you'd be thirteen
I'd be thirty-five
gone to find a place for us to hide

a den or a dessert
perhaps an ink squirt
a cellar, a wishing well, a war
or a guarantee will do for me
for you I found a cell
on the top floor of a prison
just enough space for you to fit your feet in

if you go
do let me know
for you I found a cell
on the top floor of a prison
just enough space for you to fit your feet in
if you go
please let me know
I go running with a heart on fire...