Mess it Up Songtext
von Flipron

Oh, the moon no longer holds our shadows in her hands
And the stars are all too drunk to get undressed
Since the noise of our intentions has been swallowed by the sands
The dead no longer have a peace in which to rest

Did we wander with our shopping lists in palaces of paper?
Watching butterflies in cases all start flapping their dead wings?
And our ancestors are spending our inheritance to kill us
As clockwork soldiers all fall down and spill out their springs

I must confess
Yes, it was me, oh, it was me
I made that mess


Anniversaries of old liberties are limping past in lines
As the clouds are putting on their darkest suits
And the far aways and impossibles are showing all the signs
Of some dirty, damp delusions someone dumped inside their boots

And you could walk right through this on your footsteps of confetti
And hear the lilies whisper through the rain
But my umbrella has flown off to leave my head a naked light bulb
As the lilies lose their voices with the strain

I must confess
Yes, it was me, oh, it was me
I made that mess

I must confess
Yes, it was me, oh, it was me
I made that mess