Cinnabar Songtext
von Pram

What′s that strange music?
Is it the laughter of someone no longer living under glass?
Skate on surface tension
Never say the words that hang suspended like dark chimes
Let the wind stir them
When we have departed

Uncomfortable insects
Scuttling from path to path
Leading our maggot lives
Dreaming of becoming flies


Uncomfortable insects
Scuttling from path to path
Leading our maggot lives
Dreaming of becoming flies

No patterns in my life
Only the straight lines, the ropes that keep me tied
The outer skeleton that keeps me held in
The stunted wings that move so feebly
That twitch as I sleep

Uncomfortable insects
Scuttling from path to path
Leading our maggot lives
Dreaming of becoming flies

Uncomfortable insects
Scuttling from path to path
Leading our maggot lives
Dreaming of becoming flies