People Songtext
von Nojaem

Anyanyanyanya na saday
Anyanyanyanya na saday
Anyanyanyanya na saday
Aye aye

Anyanyanyanya na saday
Anyanyanyanya na saday
Anyanyanyanya na saday
Aye aye

While I was in the shower
While I was in the shower
While I was watching T.V
While I was watching T.V

While I was in the shower
While I was in the shower
All while I was watching T.V
All while I was watching T.V


While I was in the shower
While I was in the shower
While I was watching T.V
While I was watching T.V

While I was in the shower
While I was in the shower
Ah I was watching T.V
Ah I was watching T.V

Hold on
Don′t run away so fast
The ghosts and the witches
Will crash the bonds market at last
Where the harmony of the future
Meets the turmoil of the past
The townspeople wait
In need of nurture en masse


But the ghosts and the witches
And magical forces
Withheld from the townspeople
Access to choices
And the irony was
With nothing but dust
The stock market moonshot
And slept off the buzz

While I was in the tower
Trapped in the witch's tower
Oh she was singing to me
Oh she was reading to me

Wasting away the hours
Smelling the witch′s flowers
Oh, but I needed to leave
There's just nothing here for me

The taste of her lips was sour
I'd play with her hair for hours
Everything′s temporary
Everything′s temporary

I gotta leave this tower
I'm standing outside the tower
Everything′s temporary
Oh, everything's temporary

And if I could draw pictures forever
And if I could just run around forever
I would

You thought I was the ocean
But I′m just the sea
You thought you saw an omen
It was only a wet dream
It's not deep

Holy refractions through dark stained glass
Some of us thought that this night would never pass
We were climbing trees in search of grass
We were wielding knives to remove the cast

Oh ye, be thee meek
Shall break shackle from this black so vast
Stop hiding
For I can see thine eyes under thy mask

Holy refractions through dark stained glass
Some of us thought that this night would never pass
We were climbing trees in search of grass
We were wielding knives to remove the cast

Oh ye, be thee meek
Shall break shackle from this black so vast
Stop hiding
For I can see thine eyes under thy mask

Whales in the sky
Sing to the sun
The pagans cry
Whilst the aged run
To the new age
Of fallen dreams
We can all change
We can all be

′Cause people believe
What they want to believe
When their subconscious sees
What it don't wanna see
And they don't like the cold
But they don′t like long sleeves
And they don′t like their lives
So they follow their dreams

And they lose all their money
And they make bad decisions
But they still have to live
With their grandiose visions
So they pick up their hearts
And they put them away
But they know that they'll need them
Again some day

And they love who they love
And they do what they want
And they constantly typewrite
In new types of fonts
And they figure things out
And they call it all a hoax
And they cry about death
And they laugh at their jokes

And they love skipping rocks
With their friends at the pond
And they discover new tricks
And they blame it on God
And they dance to the rhythm
Of the music that′s on
But they get so distraught
When the moon and the sun

And the earth and the stars
Are eclipsed by the cars
And the buildings and tech firms
And cover fee bars
And the ints and the chars
And the chocolate bars
And the digital pain
And electronic scars

But it's all part of nature
And nature is free
As free a creation
Could possibly be
Computers and gas tanks
And mountains and trees
And people believe
What they want to believe