Cub Songtext
von Alias & Tarsier

One afternoon on the train
It was a child sitting beside me
Smearing the glass with his face
Let′s look for things to do
He said
I can show you ten ways to fold a letter
Or can you curl your tongue like me?
Like me


Curiosity clings into room
Weather tight for this only son
He's buried in himself
While the world goes up for sale
Sitting beside him
It′s like when a dog smiles
The wait is never long
Conquering grows futile

While the world's for sale
He's buried in himself
I would sooner believe this star
Brought nearly three feet tall
While the world′s for sale
He′s buried in himself
I would sooner believe this star
Brought nearly three feet tall

I would sooner believe this star
Brought nearly three feet tall
I would sooner believe this star
Brought nearly three feet tall