Silly Malone Songtext
von The White Birch

Selling my love we found the same
We were the ones who leaned on to the solid frame
Looking for a perfect smile but out on the streets
There was always a new style I could not imitate


Selling my love we found alive
Defied all our frozen borders only to survive
Offering the dryer′s red wine
Lovesick smearing on some lipstick
For each new border line I could not cover up

I remember when I saw your face in the park
You were disguised as a brave little star
Well it's ok I see your face in the mirror
I surrender to a smile coming home