Iceberg Songtext
von Ubasute

You should let the dead man sleep
And come home to whatever fantasies he wants to
It′s those nights that have a way of creeping up
Causing you to sneak out of your window in a panic
You've got that stack of books and I′ve got this need to skip town
We can coast on charm and good luck I never had it so I'm due for it now
It's some sort of dream where you′re chased
And you wake up in some foreign place
Oh my darling, my little slice of life
We′ll never be anything more than slaves to the trade