tramp Songtext
von Femme Cell

Bent the line of my sight
Like I was frightened, you might
I′m liable to fracture, keep and capture
All this madness in mind

In here, I'm more shy
There comes a fear in the fall
And I′m seeing it all
Seeing it all

(Two! Three! Four!)

But I think it could be divine
In the right light, in the nighttime, until my spite shines in again
I am undone by the mundane
By watching the same sad parade
The same sad parade
Until it all aches away
All aches away


And I bleed for a friend
Like I'm 19 again
Make believe in a sweetness, dive a deep end
It's a lethal pretend
And I′ll file into line
And despise it each time
Shuffle sordid and sour, suffer hours just to hear her on high

I′m high
I'm high

And I think it could be divine
In the right light, in the nighttime, until my spite shines in again
I am the only one who knows
I′m so sick of going home
Hyper-luminescent, waning crescent
Cherry bomb swing low
How easily the throat is coaxed by saying
"You're so pretty when you choke, you know"

Yeah
It all aches away
It all aches away