The Walking Song Songtext
von Jack Stauber
The Walking Song Songtext
Trust your weakness
Believe you me
All is well
But really
Back to back
Bathing
Can′t get clean
Can't get clean
Back to back
Bathing
Can′t get clean
Can't get clean
Poison soaps and a kiss goodnight
Gets the soap to wash my eye
Back to back
Bathing
Can't get clean
Can′t get clean
Back to back
Bathing
Can′t get clean
Can't get clean
Silly little cannibal you stopped eating the animal
And it cost you a whole lot more
Moving in with your friends next door
Not your money but your precious smile
(stickin′ with it, stickin' with it, stickin′ with it)
And you though you could sit one out
Getting lost in the thickest of clouds
Well at least you can still look me in the eye
(the eye, the eye, the eye, the eye, the eye...)
Hold me up by my wrist at least until I'm high enough to see
All along I heard the walking song, still I couldn′t catch the beat
Green pyramids and a skip of the skyline
Walk alone or walk with me the color's in sight
Dreams bent on living the past life
Sensible or unforgiven, words are mysteries we love creating
Believe you me
All is well
But really
Back to back
Bathing
Can′t get clean
Can't get clean
Back to back
Bathing
Can′t get clean
Can't get clean
Poison soaps and a kiss goodnight
Gets the soap to wash my eye
Back to back
Bathing
Can't get clean
Can′t get clean
Back to back
Bathing
Can′t get clean
Can't get clean
Silly little cannibal you stopped eating the animal
And it cost you a whole lot more
Moving in with your friends next door
Not your money but your precious smile
(stickin′ with it, stickin' with it, stickin′ with it)
And you though you could sit one out
Getting lost in the thickest of clouds
Well at least you can still look me in the eye
(the eye, the eye, the eye, the eye, the eye...)
Hold me up by my wrist at least until I'm high enough to see
All along I heard the walking song, still I couldn′t catch the beat
Green pyramids and a skip of the skyline
Walk alone or walk with me the color's in sight
Dreams bent on living the past life
Sensible or unforgiven, words are mysteries we love creating
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