Album of the Year Songtext
von Robocobra Quartet

Another year came around
Take stock of what′s left in lost and run aground
Sachets scattered on a tray Let the help take it away
Third-person fugue state

Hibernate for december, when frost bites down
A season drowned and then frozen as a placard, spelling out in script: "31 days set to fuck you up hard".

Four months on, that creeping sense of dread turns numb
Spring has sprung and the world stays deaf and dumb
Come along for a dry run - this one's just for fun.