Overdose of Light Songtext
von Bouquet

This is a celebration for
Every buried creature
A stab through the neon core
Of the void
Barely a hum
Lost in the emptyness that I am

Cause I look like a detective
But there is no one here
And nothing at all.

So I can′t tell if I am her
I can't tell if I am her
I can′t tell if I'm the stripper
Or just the guy that watches

Fleeting paths
Moist breath on a mirror
Palaces made out of signs

Horror play
Comedy with no hero.
Overdose of neon light


This is a spectacular suicide, an explosion
At the royal forest of God
Throwing the statistics around
A season of baloons
It barely deserves to be called a song

Cause I speak like a polititian
But there is no one in this hollow chest
Or anything at all.

So I can't tell If I am him
I can′t tell If I am him
I can′t tell If I'm the kid
Or his father who hits

Fleeting paths
Moist breath on a mirror
Palaces made out of signs

Horror play
Comedy with no hero.
Overdose of neon light

Fleeting dream paths
In the summer night
O bird, carry my name
Beyond the clouds


Fleeting dream paths
In the summer night
O bird, carry my name
Beyond the clouds

Fleeting dream paths
In the summer night
O bird, carry my name
Beyond the clouds

Fleeting dream paths
In the summer night
O bird, carry my name
Beyond the clouds