iii.) Control Songtext
von Mikal Cronin

Travelling upstate on a useless date
Just to feel I′m in control
Turning my back to pump my gas
For myself I lack it all
Yeah, a strong west wind and a bitter cold
When the greyhound pulls me down
Just living to hate is the pills I take every morning

God, I need some control
Yeah, I need some control
I need some control
Over this soul
Over this soul


Head back down in a rainy town
Where I see that something's wrong
Pulling the road with a desperate moan
When it′s never far too long
Now, a rat in the church, no one seems to hurt
For the man that helped her out
She goes down and I sniff around for a reason

God, I need some control
Yeah, I need some control
I need some control
Over this soul
Over this soul

In that place where the faintest trace
I was even there at all
The fluorescent lines help fix my spine
In the cloud I can recall
Oh, stuck in my bed feeling every thread
Of the nerves that brought you down
Just finding a way to keep thoughts at bay
Is a cloud I know