Open Up the Yellow Cross Songtext
von Fingers-Cut, Megamachine!

I need to tell you what I′m missing.
It's an old way if it belonged to anyone.
I don′t need you to blow the whistle.

Tucked away, late at night, I remember a good life.
It's pouring through a crack in the window,
Wrapped around a blanket, but this is no body.

Half-asleep in the snow, I never saw off those wild, wild oats,
But the more that it comes I let it pass.


I know you need to be eased.
You feel like a sister,
But those wolves in our love,
What is real about them?

Open up the yellow cross.
Don't believe the weighted cost.
And if time is a dream, it flips itself and your mind.

Half-asleep in the snow, I never saw off those wild, wild oats,
And the more that it comes I let it pass.