Dinos Songtext
von Dowsing

Is that an earthquake in a brown paperbag concealing a loneliness that will pass?*
Talking numbers and telling drunken jokes and in the morning forget that we spoke.
Giving titles and taking them back are there friends who communicate like that?
Coding words and mixing signals lusting human contact.
Fall sets in cutoffs and cardigans meet inside the next bands about to begin.