Oracle Songtext
von Jana Hunter

When the morning comes to set by the sea
I have no patience, no subtlety
A low class scandal, I′m harboring
Your stolen comfort, all jesting
Tie me down so I can't move
And I will wonder how to improve A basic gesture, telling all
Is never censored at all
A tower mile toward your gates
A monkey rattles inside a cage
A certain victim and troubling friend
Far far together from either′s end