Console Songtext
von Mystery Waitress

Hands tucked
Walking with my hands in my pockets
I′ll keep walking 'til my lips are dry and red like
Wine, drinking when my baby plays on his console
Me and I, we′ll console you too
But I'm just aiming for the middle

And you never took back the words you said
That's fine, I guess you really meant them
I′m not searching for an apology
From you, I know that′ll never happen

And I, I won't aim it if I can′t help it
Oh I, I won't aim it if I can′t help it


Hands tucked
Walking with my hands in my pockets
I'll keep walking ′til my lips are dry and red like
Wine, drinking when my baby plays on his console
Me and I, we'll console you too
But I'm not aiming for the middle
Not anymore

And I, I won′t name it if I can′t help it
Oh I, I won't name it if I can′t help it

Drinking blue wine from the berries that they sprayed
By the river in our glade
When they weigh my heart down in the buried place
They'll find a thick layer of shame