Limits Songtext
von Ora Cogan

One, two, three, four
One, two, three

Bird songs growing in your mouth
Strange look out of your eyes now
Breaks of open holes
Not up your walls, not out of

I should have known better than you
I should have known what you had in mind


Too scared to ask, but you know too soon
All in a way
And the hills smoke stars growing in the night
They′re all around
Fragments of the sky

I should have known better than you
I should have known how, how fragile
Too slow to call
You cry far through the night

No limit breakers
Sleep cornered
Speak low enough to feed

I should have known better than you
I should have known what you had in mind