Rind Songtext
von Caring Less

Love in the rind
A fever in the brain
Sweet and then sour
A lack of willpower
You relive it in your latest hours


The color orange
Melts in your mouth
I will not be possessed
I am not some wicked talisman
I′m not wielded like an amulet

Crying during sex
This isn't what I wanted
Sometimes I just feel too much
Sometimes I′d rather be looked at than touched
Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever be enough


Crying during sex
This isn't what I wanted
Sometimes I just feel too much
Sometimes I′d rather be looked at than touched
Sometimes I wonder if I′ll ever be enough