Infield Songtext
von Arthur Moon

Do you
Hold on, hold on
Like I do, like I do
Like I do

To doubt
Doubt inside you
Coat of art


Lines
Lines pointing home
And in the outfield
The grass
Is overgrown
It grows

You don′t fool me (You don't fool me)
Your salutation′s wrong
You don't fool me
You're lonely, you′re lonely
You don′t fool me
You, you don't, you
You don′t fool me
You're lonely
You′re lonely