Sandbox Songtext
von Breaklose

I tried to look at the stars
But I failed to understand
So I looked down at my shoes
And saw they were full of shit

I sat on a surreal bridge
Watching red and white rays crossing
Whispered a name and paradoxes
Missing dry swings and sandboxes

This is happening right now
It will soon be too late

These good times went so fast
Come on, please root out frustration
You can leave and try to steal magazines if you want to
And I will burn the books I′ve written for you

This is happening right now
It will soon be too late


The flying green boy should be beaten up
For making kids believe in wrong tales
They tease at lonely wolves without legs
Who still run light-years ahead them

This is happening right now
It will soon be too late
This is happening right now
It will soon be too late

It'll soon be too late

Haunting memories, bitterness
Make up your mind, I′m restless
Too nice, too sad for these games
When I am gone, you'll realise the loss, the pain

This was happening right now
It's all over, it′s too late
This was happening right now
It′s all over, it's too late
This was happening right now
It′s all over, it's too late
This was happening right now
It′s all over, it's too late