Native Songtext
von The Take

Limit yourself until you call it like a shot
Call it like a colour hue that′s cut far-in
Pin yourself to ground even though you're not
Even though your head is placed without a pin


Shovel in the cold with ice from roads that are your veins
Pile upon a pyre building taller things
Losing is a waste of time spelling out your name
Carefully chose your character and dislikes
Stroll far-in

Tailor your own skin
Spiked with endorphins

Lips that won′t kiss the ground
Spitting your native sand
Steady your hand straight
Don't throw it in
Throw it in
Know your head is placed without a pin