Him Songtext
von Biirdie

I won′t wish for kids
'Cause I would break like glass
And I would shatter into 6,099 shards
But I can find diamonds on a Saturday
In a pothole or down the back streets of Los Angeles
And my stomach aches with jokes and jealousy
And I′ll wake up three, I'll wish you were next to me
And it multiplies and harvests in six years
All these time bombs and analytical fears

It's my sin, I am into him
I am into him


If I knew when I was ten it would happen again
It′s happening again

Are you a poet too?
Or someone who waltzed me through?
Or take me down and down and down into sweet groves
Or the 14th St. Augustine
Or 301 C of Green
Past the fruit stands and idle cars

I can find diamonds on a Saturday
In a pothole or down the back streets of Los Angeles

It′s my sin, I am into him
I am into him

If I knew when I was ten it would happen again
It's happening again


It′s happening again