Pulselet Songtext
von Tutlie

Down, way down to the water
Is where, where I first saw her
Two knives that belong to the daughter
Of the moon that was pleased to harm her
There′s beating hearts that live inside
Your hands that keep you breathing in your skin
To keep your mind from getting old
And fold and fold and fold
There's little creatures living here
From weathering and weathering your brain
To aid you when you′re not the same, the same, the same, the same
A kind heart and control
Could cure and shape her soul
Her hands now shaking and cold
Were bare and ready to hold
There's beating hearts that live inside
Your hands that keep you breathing in your skin
To keep your mind from getting old And fold and fold and fold
There's little creatures living here
And weathering and weathering your brain
To aid you when you′re not the same
The same, the same, the same, the same
The same, the same, the same
The same, the same, the same
The same, the same, the same, the same
The same, the same, the same, the same
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh