selfish Songtext
von Field Medic

Hieroglyphics on your skin
Designs of sleep I find in the morning
And with all this waking up with you
I′ve got a lot of work to do
To do, to do

In the canopy of evening
Tumbling through the streets like
Driftwood from the Balkans
When you love somebody, you must be their hero sometimes
But mama's little boy′s grown selfish


I'm flying away, I have to leave
You love me, it gives me the creeps
Me, this waste of sound, this tangled fog
That holds you back from what you want
You want, you want, ooh, ooh, ooh

In the canopy of evening
Tumbling through the streets like
Driftwood from the Balkans
When you love somebody, you must be their hero sometimes
But mama's little boy′s grown selfish
When you love somebody, you must be their hero sometimes
But mama′s little boy's grown selfish

Hieroglyphics on your skin