Biting Nails Songtext
von The Drowners

Looking to the camera
Pulling faces
Dead horses are still sent to the races

Sorry ′bout stammer
I've lost my language
Do you mind if I have yours?

Nail me to the cross
I′m at a loss
On how to turn the night around

Falling out of cars
To summer sleet
All our friends are heroin chic

Under scattered stars
You make me weak
On battered couches where people seem to meet

Everything's been sold
And our youth
Is growing cold


Hearing other voices
That say
They don't want you anymore

With only bad choices
You somehow manage
To still make the worst

Falling out of cars
To summer sleet
All our friends are heroin chic

Under scattered stars
You make me weak
On battered couches where people seem to meet

Lighting candles
Biting nails
You never thought it would happen to you

Falling out of cars
To summer sleet
All our friends are heroin chic

Under scattered stars
You make me weak
On battered couches where people seem to meet