best worst Songtext
von OHNA

The people of the city
Have strangled my tongue
I stare at the ceiling
Make peace with the numb
The people of the city
Have strangled my tongue
I stare at the ceiling
Make peace with the numb

The worst places
The worst times
The best places
The best times
The worst places
The best times
The best places
The worst times

The worst times, ooh
The worst times


I think of what you think
Of what I think of you
Though I might be
Vacant from your mind
It′s just what I do
I tire of my dire need for
Fixation and sympathy
It's a chronic reservation
There′s no fucking stopping me

I'm at the worst place and it's at the best time
I′m at the best place and it′s at the worst time
I put on my funny face
I travel through time and space
Just the way I did it yesterday

I hear the words you'll speak before I′m in the room
This mechanism ain't so healthy
But what can I do?

The worst times, ooh
The worst times

The worst places
The worst times
The best places
The best times
The worst places
The best times
The best places
The worst times