Haunt The Airwaves Songtext
von Dignan Porch

And never stop
Be a body for as long as you can
Not some smoke
Be a human man
Not a grey ghost
I can′t touch with my hand
The crumbs you drop
Don't guide you back


My spinning head falls through the cracks
Heavy breath clouding up the screen
Tear my eyes away from peeping tom
Pictures that appeal
Disappointed by former heroes
Sick of being the butt of jokes
Coming home
I′ve been away
She still haunts the airways

Beer all the time
On chicken-bone road
Brown bag alley
Liquid coast
Weight-lifting stranger
Scowling alone
Mutant gangs
And traffic cones