Liquid Burns Songtext
von Bevel

Liquid burns, the tongue is calling
And every engineer hates every engineer′s words
In exchange for a dime, she'll turn into most anything
An escalator ride or a dining room furniture Save our footprints for later
We′ll go dancing in the park
Under moonlight I'll bring

The ball you turn away from for solace
The ball you turn away from for solace
The ball you turn away from for solace
The ball you turn away from