Monsters (Mandarin Oranges) Songtext
von Futurist

Hold on tight
It doesn′t stop even though we tried our best to make it right
I used to think I'd find a loophole and disengage
But an echo down my spine said to partake
And I tried to ignore it
But formed to a twisted posture
I looked like a straw house
Bowing in a storm

And I′d think
There's too much at stake


And I hold my breath respectfully and your eyes talk back
I look again
I used to think I'd grab a fistful and claim it mine
But a whisper through my hair said give it back
And with fingers relaxed I saw a structure, spinning
Lips dripping nonsense
Like monsters in a music box

And I′d think
What is there to name?

I found myself
I found myself lost
And I found myself lost in the desert

The thought alone could extinguish a hellfire
I needed to find something familiar
I turned around and touched your face and I was shy
You gave me mandarin oranges from a can and I felt safe
And I felt!