3017 Songtext
von Grandmother Corn

Well it feels like I′ve got
A tea pot boiling over my head
And in the morning I wake up
With an illusion of regret

So I thank you for giving me this
And maybe you could thank me - oh yeah
Cos I'll accept your invitation
In 3017


Judging by my nightmares
I must be living
Living in a haunted house
Seven words from you, girl
And I feel just like Faust

So I thank you for giving me this
And maybe you could thank me - oh yeah
Cos I′ll accept your invitation
In 3017

And I thank you for giving me this
And maybe you could thank me - oh yeah
Wanna grab coffee some time? Yes please
Let me get back to that
In 3017