Freud Sits Here Songtext
von Letuce

It′s close to chaos, but it's certainly not
I′m doing my best, but I feel on the edge
Freud sits here, but he doesn't tell me
Where I can sit with him
It's close to something, but it′s definitely nothing
I′m losing my brakes, but I'm raising a snake
Jesus lies here, but he doesn′t tell me
Where I can lay with you
What to do to get a cure?
Should I call my mom and ask her to rescue me?


How many times can I sing, can I sing
In a song the word love?
Love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love
Love, love, love
Love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love
Love, love