Diminished Songtext
von The Baptist Generals

Close your mouth
Close your mouth
All your dreams
Though you might want them to be real
Are going south
And you don′t know
You don't know how badly
You sound like the desperate type of fool
Who′d take this to the worst type of end


We have nothing left to do
So you sit down
And resolve is gone
And your days get longer
But they go by much faster
And you want them to be real
And you don't know
You don't know how badly
You sound like the desperate type of fool
Who′d take this to the worst type of end