Sleepover Songtext
von Alexander Boe

The mumbling on the TV screen
And that strange flashlight in your hand
The rough noise from your soft machine
And recordings of a different band
Your Facebook page, your fits of rage
And your opinions on the charts
Your shopaholic nature
The fashion trends
The promo codes and shopping carts

But me I always say things twice
And your dance moves so precise


Just the old cold shoulder
And a good night kiss
Eclipse
When we both grow older
I won′t handle this
Eclipse

A slab of wood with strings attached
And sine waves, from a metal box
The headache, the chest pain
And the messages from your cokehead boss

But me I always say things twice
And your dance moves so precise

Just the old cold shoulder
And a good night kiss
Eclipse
When we both grow older
I won't handle this
Eclipse

But can we book
A sleepover tonight?