PoRTi Songtext
von GaBLé

You have ways to look at things
And see them well
And see their string
And it can harm

Oh hear me beg
To break an arm
To break a leg
Fill up my socks
With space and rocks
Up to my knees
And it can harm


You hold keys that lock you in states that you are told not to touch
Keys until winged bees come
It′s dry (you said)
Cool drinks from a straw (you're late)
But you′ll catch up the time (you said)
Not only blood but time (you're late)
But it's not worth a stroke (you said)
Everything that has taste (you′re late)
I guess we′ll have to wait (you said)
And suck so much that now (you're late)

I love your cake
Good heart
It can harm