Melting Patterns Songtext
von DELS

I wanna know who′s tilting the room
World's melting under my feet
′Cause all I see are liquid colours
In patterns pouring over on me
I wanna know who's tilting the room
World's melting under my feet
′Cause all I see are liquid colours
In patterns pouring over on me


We′re at the centre of the universe, dragging our feet
In our own time zone, mumble words of release
When the breeze slide the leaves right over the streets
I smell pork, boy got shit by police
Picked two by two like they're boarding an ark
Street rats in stilettos, in their palms are hearts
Short skirts advertise the menu tonight
For certain guys, but me, I′m getting lucky, alright?
Her face is all blurry, trying to put it in focus
It's the third attempt, what I′m doing is hopeless
She's got my hand, trying to take the lead
She′s like Bambi on ice, the way she moves to the beat
All out of time like she's dancing to jungle
Spewing out words, with her words I fumble
I ain't supposed to feel like this
′Cause I can′t feel my face, I've been cursed by a witch

I see red, blue, green, gold
Melting patterns seem slow
Purple, orange, silver, pink
Has someone spiked my drink?
Red, blue, green, gold
Melting patterns seem slow
Purple, orange, silver, pink
Has someone poisoned my drink?

Melting patterns, melting patterns, melting patterns
All that I see is
Melting patterns, melting patterns, melting patterns
All that I see is
Melting patterns, melting patterns, melting patterns
All that I see are
Melting patterns, melting patterns, melting patterns
All that I see is