Perfect Ratio Songtext
von Evacuate Chicago

I know, if I wear out my ears
Iâll never hear again from you
And so, Iâll protect them my dear
Iâll never hear the end from you

Donât leave, I know itâs alien
Imagine if you knew back then
Bereaved, I know you felt it too
Youâll never forget the end

Youâll always get the best advice
When youâre sleeping
Hope is a torturing device
That youâre reaping
Turned away from paradise
Youâll be creeping
Just to feel something nice
And end up keeping, it close to you


Morning tears
And late night beers

Not fair, if I burn out my eyes
Staring will be difficult
I swear, I wonât stare at the Sun
And wish I were a thunderbolt

I think, the clouds have it easy
Love, revenge is all the same
One blink, evaporate to nothing
Blame the weather by itâs name

Youâll always get the best advice
When youâre sleeping
Hope is a torturing device
That youâre reaping
Turned away from paradise
Youâll be creeping
Just to feel something nice
And end up keeping, it close to you


Morning tears
And late night beers