Frosted Tips Songtext
von Califone

In the old, watching the new world die
Watching the new world die
Watching the new world die
In the old, watching the new world die
Watching the new world die
Watching the new world die

God, heartache, angel, belly full of twinn
Churning in the long hall
Churning, just my heroes, hollow junket
Cold and easy

In the old, watching the new world die
Watching the new world die
Watching the new world die


Frosted tips of blood, drowning in St. John′s beer
You made me mean
I waited, sir, your travel plan
Let it, let it, let it
So try

In the old, watching the new world die
Watching the new world die
Watching the new world die
In the old, watching the new world die
Watching the new world die
Watching the new world die

These soft lips, your frosted tips
Are never growing out
These soft lips, your frosted tips
Are never growing out
These soft lips, your frosted tips
Are never growing out