On Returning (6th demo) Songtext
von Wire

You′ll be sorry when the sun has roasted you too
Lobster read, nothing said
When you're still green around about before
Multiplied by nine, describe the divisions
Anatomical division
Lobster head and lobster feet

I′m returning with a third language
Tucked into your briefcase next to your toothbrush
Along with a copy of the new Vélib' servitude


While your sons and daughters
Who registered naught under interest
In electronic scanning
You regard your body with regard to events
Which were nothing planned
Never lacked a sense of theatre

I'm returning with the time you′ve gained
Ahead of full service, the best of your culture
An evening of fun and a dry bliss of your choice

An evening of fun and a dry bliss of your choice
An evening of fun and a dry bliss of your choice
An evening of fun and a dry bliss of your choice
An evening of fun and a dry bliss of your choice
An evening of fun and a dry bliss of your choice