Shrinking Songtext
von Amy O

He fell asleep with the phone in his hand
Are you still there, I demanded
On the line like a soiled child
Are you listening
See we′d been talking all night
Sitting in the light, light, light
Can't show my face round here again

Probably gonna be a slow kind of thing
Can′t see at first but we're unraveling
(Probably gonna be so slow...)


Trying on clothes, am I getting bigger
Or is everyone and everything shrinking
Like light in evening

I'll call in sick again
If you′ll be my best friend
Just for the day then we′ll go our separate ways
I wanna see your face again
Jump in and take off all your clothes
What's biting at my toes
Can′t see the floor from where I stand

Probably gonna be a slow kind of thing
Can't see at first but we′re unraveling
(Probably gonna be so slow...)


Trying on clothes, am I getting bigger
Or is everyone and everything shrinking
Like light in evening