Din Songtext
von Chris Whitley

When I got your letter
I could not contain
The urge to go beyond
Our inheritance again
And the drug of ages
In pages of your pen
I got to put it down

Maybe you got glazed by all the shit
You had the taste for to descend
To let me in


Maybe it′s okay now if you turn and run away
Anesthetic days of crusades and consent
The idiot intent
And though our love was likely
Your disease is so competent
You're so proud of the few risks you′ve taken, child
But know it's nothing new
We all continue
Maybe it's okay now if you turn and run away

Well yet again, vacant above the din
Vacant above the din

I tried to dissuade the agents in your mind
Who will rape and campaign until you resign
And return your letter, but I′m feeling unrefined
I′d rather put you down
Vacant in the eyes as you conform and compromise
Your self-insense and like-pretense

Maybe it's okay now if you turn and run away

Well yet again, vacant above the din
Above the din
Above the din
Above the din