Orange Barrel Songtext
von Fingers-Cut, Megamachine!

Woke up, I thought the morning light
Would be the first thing that I felt.
Next to you, you said as honestly as you could,
"Oh, what you ought to do with life
Is chop it up and hold on, even when you don′t want to."
But I wouldn't let it, so I lost the swing of love,
Always standing on the threshold of a dawn.


When you put what you feel aside, that′s when I was coming in.
I owe it to you like the falling rain would owe it to the land.
"Oh, what you ought to do with life
Is chop it up and hold on, even when you don't want to."
But I wouldn't let it, so I lost the swing of love,
Always standing on the threshold of a dawn.

Now we′re crawling out to only wish we were at home.
The sirens are ringing. If only we were young.
Call it dark, call it blue, heavy times - they might be true.
But with a breeze it tickled you, it was terrible to see,
But I couldn′t see any other way.

But I wouldn't let it, so I lost the swing of love,
I was standing on the edge, it was midnight.

All in the eve, I was winking at the Attica.
And it wanted to know was beside you