Touch Base Songtext
von Lurdan

I′m grown, own, a sycamore
He's cold, old, remote-controlled
Ashtray, stray, asphyxiate
Undress, chest, nevertheless

Saves him from the sickle, sees her everyday
Whack a backtrack, clean sack, pitch black
Night light, to fight or flight, or anymore
We can see Pace replace, touch base


I want her to myself
I make my mental hell
With time, I′m left to wait
Just might negotiate
I want her to myself
I make my mental hell
With time, I'm left to wait
Just might negotiate

I'm beat, green, a limousine
I died, lied, disqualified
He′s fed, bred, get into bed
Confess, stress, I acquiesce

Saves him from the sickle, sees her everyday
Whack a backtrack, clean sack, pitch black
Night light, to fight or flight, or anymore
We can see pace replace, touch base


I want her to myself
I make my mental hell
With time, I′m left to wait
Just might negotiate
I want her to myself
I make my mental hell
With time, I'm left to wait
Just might negotiate