Nausea Songtext
von Broken Beak

scribbled lines on a bit of paper
i held in my hands
and then i slowly read aloud
to no one but myself
"sometimes we speak in different languages"


we′re better off

poorly painted portraits leading way to the train station
you come crawling down concrete
and i'll be waiting

we′re heading home

and i might be thinking of red lights
that'll slow us down