Bullets in a Briefcase Songtext
von Matthew Good

Little fish
Boat′s too full
Down you go
Breathing in salt and fuel
Tiny ghosts
Statistically it's commonplace
You′re not alone
Swim like this, steady shot
Back at home

The world is a strange place
Quiet like bullets in a briefcase
Why do I feel like I'm in the wrong place?
Quiet like bullets in a briefcase
Quiet like bullets in a briefcase


Little man
Northern France
Winter's cold
Eight hundred hours
Four thousand miles
Feet alone
No one I know would even dare
Let alone
Shanty town
Bleeding out in the shadows

The world is a strange place
Quiet like bullets in a briefcase
Why do I feel like I′m in the wrong place?
Quiet like bullets in a briefcase
Quiet like bullets in a briefcase