Laura Songtext
von Pepper Johnson

All those memories, raised in blue
Once were we once younger too
Oh, yes, circle in, sets to the whore
Is what we were once younger for

You want me to laugh
You want me to sing
But I don′t want anything


Piano inside this home, here just for show
No one plays it anymore
The seats of our savior, so parched and near out
Lift that knee, let's flee this town

You want to laugh
You want to sing
But I don′t hear anything

Thousand home LPs, stop badgering dreams
What misery mistook those things?
Painted a morning with a world at ease
Oh, now, oh, how we love our disease

You want it to burn
You want it to sting
But I don't feel anything