Featherweight Songtext
von Coilguns

Curse our arms
Pretentious hands wrapped to fight
Their proudest range cannot extend towards the dark
Facing all odds we′ll miss our jabs
Although the evidence is right upon our faces We're trusting our defense
Crave for quietness crave for safer space
Even if everything we need is subject to fade away
We hide our pain hold back our tears and wait
For better days in vain


Although the evidence is right upon our faces
We trusting our defense
Crave for quietness crave for safer space
Even if everything we need is subject to fade away
We lick our sores dry our tears and wait
For better days in vain