Lord's Moment Songtext
von Tim Key

We sat in our clothes
My love, keep the curtains closed.
The day rub′s it's nose, outside, against the windows.

My brain cells feel like leaves in autumn.


Don′t, please don't get up.
My love, don't try to exorcise those demons.
To stay in there, is the way, we choose to exercise our freedom.

The statue of liberty is green with envy.

Let′s hideaway.
My love, from the demands of the day.
Let′s hibernate.
Until spring, or at least until Monday.

My brain feels like it's cut from polystyrene
At least you′re in the same kind of mess, that I'm in.