Tripper Songtext
von Fyrce Muons

A sense of troubles, a sense of loving is everything
You see there′s nothing, I find that nothing is everything
A furtive measure is not the same as an everything
A bird in hand is as good as having an everything
A mine's not deeper, is never deeper than love you see
The crash of leaving abandoned meaning is what you bring
You say that something is so much better than everything
A lover′s blaming the indecision on bitter things
It's a shell of a lovely tree
It's amazing how a lovely tree It′s another death of a lovely tree
A siren′s moment to find a homeland is everything
Those bitter memories of silent embers are everything
In tune with lovers a man has nothing but everything
Insist on meaning you haven't found it in everything
A sense of troubles, a sense of loving is everything
You see there′s nothing, I find that nothing is everything
A furtive measure is not the same as an everything
A bird in hand is as good as having an everything