Zeitgeist Songtext
von DEADLETTER

Tight short jogging
Lengthy mirror lacking
In the company of strangers
Each a version of yourself

Angsty flavored whispers
Dwelling upon throat clears
Two wicks begin a same point journey
Unrelieved sigh at the sight of phlegm

There′s something in the air
There's something in the air
There′s something in the air
There's a storm comin'

Plastic pint-cup binging
Lacking ear-ringing
Three-wheeled maniac does a spin
As mother grips digits rigid


Steer clear from the joker
The weekend chain smoker
And the hot-headed reveler
Who′s as calm as the tideless sea

There′s something in the air
There's something in the air
There′s something in the air
There's a storm comin′

Tempted by an offer
Non-refundable, no warranty
Of course a taken upon deed
Grab all the novelties you can

The worn out rule enforcer
Flaunt and fiddler scolder
No longer shall be clutched so tight
A deed thee did not write

There's something in the air
There′s something in the air
There's something in the air
There's a storm comin′


The never giving uppers
Obstinate, and rightly so
These kings will not abdicate
Or why in King′s name would they?

Futile notions plaguing
Locked cage doors erupting
A healthy state of being
Is not the state that we are tasting

Blue is the colour of the month
Blue is the colour of the year
Blue is not the heavy sky above us
There's a storm comin′

There's something in the air
There′s something in the air
There's something in the air
There′s a storm comin'