Tantamount Songtext
von The Luyas

Sure, it′s short-sighted
A year spent in your gory town
Still isn't tantamount to death
All fluttering about you
Has never yet an angel made
And all our words, dying flies
Flapping there inside my ear
And dropping like flies do It′s making me all weepy
I think that I am terrible now
I think I'm terrible
I took a look at you
Like I was studying some window
Where the window is a wall
Still lies painted as a window
I think that I am terrible now