Baking Soda Songtext
von Darlingside

Way back when, whenever we opened the taps
Waterfalls fell into all of our laps

Now it′s old baking soda, oh what will i do
But dig up trays of forgotten and cloudy ice cubes

That'll spark in the sunlight and melt back a storm
Springwater from back before you were born


There′s nothing left but the weather here, but the weather this year
It's all there ever used to be, and all that will reappear
There's nothing left but the weather here this year

If i wrap my arms around it, i think that makes it mine
So i′m pulling on the moon like a strawberry spring tide

Sibley′s birds are barking, there's eyeshine on the ground
And i have not been counting and i′m all turned around

But there's nothing here to turn off and nothing left to prove
So why do i still measure things in increments of you

There′s nothing left but the weather here, but the weather this year
It's all there is for miles to see and all that i can hear
There′s nothing left but the weather here this year