Nice Try Songtext
von Cola

It′s a modern convenience, it slots right in
I try to be more amusing, the air gets thin
In the end I speak out of turn, soft spun round
The way you lean back in your chair, I'm flat back down
A quiet limit to the world in the parchment air I have a felt tongue when I speak, dry bow on a string
No meaning, no solace, no matter the hour
Quips don′t come out right but the meaning's true
It's a modern convenience, it slots right in
I try to be more amusing and the air gets thin


In the end I speak out of turn, soft spun round
The way you pull back your hair, fall flat back down
Falling back to
A common ineffable
Falling back to
Plain dumb witticism