Bomblet Songtext
von Cold Satellite

At the rock ′n' roll show
We hold up our phones
We thought we were taking pictures
But the phones are our candles
They are flames
With camera eyes
They are flames
Though we′ve taken already
More than it has left to give
We love our world
It wearies us And sometimes for days
All we want to do is sleep
Sometimes for days
We love our world
It wearies us
And sometimes for days
All we want to do is sleep
Or listen to airplanes
Crashing
Until there's nothing left to hear