Objects Are Closer Than Appearance Songtext
von Mint Mind

A call to arms, my arms are tied
It′s only television fright
Well focus clearer, focus here
Objects closer than appearance
One night only, one man show
One small step to getting home
You're home early, wipe your feet
Close the door and be discrete
Secret handshakes, handmade sounds
Sound off soldier, stand your ground
Dressed in brother′s hand me downs
Back on earth, in seconds now


Second bases, I see your face
I'll face the music in your place
So place an order you pleasant gent
You're being tracked, they′re on your scent
Send me letters, send me checks
Send me unlit cigarettes
Regret the things you could have done
Forgive me father, am I your son?
Am I too old to have some fun?
Well fun raise me, I′m moving up the rungs

I rang an old acquaintance up
He said he's selling unused luck
Well life is bitching, life is tough
When you′re swinging in the rough
Those black cards will keep you up
Collect them all, there's not enough
Forget the man you′d like to trust
And come with me
In fact it is a must