Cling Songtext
von Go Fever

Fate subjugates all our certainties
Makes a mockery of our anxieties
Don′t pick the scab if you don't want to bleed
Though it will feed, it will feed you

Mug in the mirror is sadder than it appears
Can′t see a sprout without thinking about my own useless gear
Mustn't take every damn thing to heart
It'll tear, it′ll tear me apart

Don′t wanna be ashamed of my face when I'm aged
I wanna cling to other things, anything at all
Anything at all


Most things are fleeting, baby
If you can be a constant, then maybe you can save me
Always running from the heart of the matter
While growing fatter on the spoils of recreance

Don′t wanna be ashamed of my face when I'm aged
I wanna cling to other things
Anything, anything, anything, anything, anything
Anything at all
Anything at all
Anything at all
Anything at all
Anything at all