8 O'Clock Songtext
von Pluto

Bare post posters
Time for giant monsters
Holes into the night
Hints are offered for free
Don′t take nothing from me
Can't you call this title
Don′t up bubble machine

Seems so strange thought I had to write
These little rituals of the night
Every morning do you wake up
To the sounds of your own breakup
Don't call me


Flying saucers
Come back when you want to
High above the arches
Bending from the breeze
Take it all from me
Everything that you can see
I'm begging you please
Please don′t leave a single piece

Seems so strange thought I had to write
These little rituals of the night
Every morning do you wake up
To the sounds of your own breakup
Don′t call me

At eight o'clock
I will get out of the seat
Perched high on your madness
Look down at that street
To find a sadness
That′s still shuffled on me
This is not about you
And it isn't for me
Myself lies deeper, deeper, deeper


These little rituals
These little rituals
These little rituals
These little rituals
These little rituals
These little rituals
These little rituals