This is where noises & sounds are.You can listen what we're up to!
Eins, zwei, drei, vier, fünf, sechs, sieben, acht, neun
I've got the demons in meI've got to brush them all away
I wanna be lovedEverybody doesI find shame in the crack-
My girl, my girl had a hold on meSo tight, tight that I coul
I think I saw you in my sleep, darling,I think I saw you in
Am I the only one that saw the sun burn out?The locusts keep
I rejectBoth sides of what I'm being toldI've seen right
Music is a way to express myself when words fall apart. It is a white noise, a ferocious river I am pulled by but also one I share and listen.