Come Up with Me Songtext
von Guerilla Toss

Cats are in the corner
Thinking yes, it′s made of tin
The nip is in the first drawer
It's calling out to him

Rolling over, lay there
Enveloped in your sin
Pawing at the thin air and singing heaven′s hymn

Why don't you just come up with me?
Mystery, space, new identity


Crickets rubbing iron
That screech and bow in war
And shout out no solution through Mercury's back door

Why don′t you just come up with me?
Mystery, space, new identity
Spiritual disguising the need
Universal picture disease

Copper, silver
Know the metal
Godlike angel hover
Copper, silver
Know the metal
Godlike angel hover
Out there