Second Best Songtext
von The Long Winters

The impact
The aftershave
The European cigarettes
The taxi
The alcohol
That lingers on your breath

The lipstick
The streetlamp
The woolen overcoat
The front desk
You tell yourself
It isn′t over yet

Second best
Oh, second best
I can learn to live with this
Plus, I really need a rest
After all
What's wrong with second best?
What′s wrong with second best?


The motel
The distances
Caving to kisses, cold and wet
Familiar exchanges
Like needle pulling thread

The empty movements
That once were so inspired
Desperate attempts to fan the flame
Without a fire

The mattress creaks beneath
The symphony of misery and calm
Still we lie jerking back and forth
And blurring into one

Second best
Oh, second best
I can learn to live with this
Plus, I really need a rest
After all
What's wrong with second best?
What's wrong with second best?


Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh