Whirring Songtext
von ARMS

Let′s go out on that wing
Looking for things, getting excited
Talking slow, slower than usual then

Take your fathers advice
Listen for signs, be very nice
It's all real, nothings a joke to these kids

Keep those killers at bay
Knives in their face, send them away
It′s like love, but you've treated it in the usual way


Now's the season
For smashing glasses
Cast our shadows on tall fences

People, black and white films
Girls talk to boys, boys talk to girls
So noisy, playing simultaneously

I wrote down all my thoughts
To see what I thought, I gave it a shot
And there thousands of spiraling knots

Now′s the season
For taking chances
Crooked smiles on crooked glances