Nothing Rips Through Me Songtext
von Pity Sex

Today, today, I imagined your face
Flecked with rose, the first of spring
Freckled nose, pathos of things

I′m okay, I'm okay


Nothing rips through me like you and The Lemonheads
Nothing rips through me like you and The Lemonheads
Worn computer screen, cybernetic atrophy
Staring back at me, someone I can′t reach
Forever, forever, forever, forever

Digital ring doesn't fit me
Not big enough, I got big needs
My own Vermont, lovely in spring
I'll never know, pathos of things

I′m okay, I′m okay, I'm okay