Lyrics Troubled, Out And Red - Tea for two

Troubled, Out And Red

Life once meant one big cruel game
Hey, do you want to play with me
You take the figures
It’s all the same
You’ve got the permission to ride on the scree
In this ugly pink painted kitchen.
I took the first bite of my slice of bread
Spreaded only with butter and red hot spices
This is the fourth beer for this evening
As if I was to drug my feelings
With hate and with passion
I overstrain my senses
Troubled, out and red
When I’m looking to the stars
Troubled, out and red
But no one’s calling
I’ve got some problems with ordering my mind.
In my thoughts
I’m writing a long letter to You — hunting for words.
I hope You’ll excuse that it took such a long time.
I don’t want to write
I’d like to talk
As a matter of fact
Do nothing at all.
I’d like to observe the fishes
Beeing troubled out and red
I’d like to have an enormous chess cup
With Neptune and his people