
Date of issue: 14.10.2010
Song language: English
Afghan Hounds |
Red is the spraypaint on my skin, the livingroom I’m living in |
Red is the sunset skyline sky, a camera flashing surprised eyes |
You got sick the other day, and I just turned the other way |
And when I called you I pretend, your okay |
The leaves have fallen down coverin' the streets, you cannot see the concrete |
ground |
The wealthy district’s dog pound wasn’t locked, now everywhere there’s Afghan |
Hounds |
Proud and thin they roam the streets, children are playing «trick or treat?» |
And when I knock your door you hand me candy from the 99 cent store |
From this wednesday to the next, I’m gonna make this sweet cheap feeling last |
In my left backpocket there’s a photograph, that you might find weird, |
It shows you in ten years or maybe twelve, what is sure: you’ll have a beard |
That beard is coverin' the space around your mouth. |
Is there the ocean? |
Didn’t you say you’re heading south? |
Since the day that we have moved the fishtank from the basement to the roof. |