Vague Songtext
von Laish

We are vague and full of pathos
Dead men′s words tower above us
Are we capable of original thought?
The damp is growing
I would say it is flowing
It has become a river

My kitchen is in decline
The spores, the mold, the slime
It has become a river

We are vague and full of pathos
As old leather hands betray us
Our cracked tongues poke out of beards

The grey statues do not sing
Grey statues do not dance
And I am neither grey nor made of stone


Well, I am near middle age
And I've never felt so alone
But I think I feel safe in my home
I think I feel safe in my home
I think I feel safe in my home
I think I feel safe in my home
I think I feel safe in my home

We speak only in humour
It′s a linguistic kind of tumour
We know what it signifies
Know what it signifies

And I am near middle age
And I've never felt so alone
But I think I feel safe in my home
And I think I feel safe in my home
And I think I feel safe in my home
And I think I feel safe in my home
Yeah, I think I feel safe in my home
And I think I feel safe in my home
Yeah, I think I feel safe in my