Broken Classroom Songtext
von Kris Gruen

Girls with piles of ivory
Pray for high rams horns
To hammer down the mountain
A tremor to adorn

They catch and palm the crashing
And cast it into sea
But all that seems to matter
Is the crush they feel between


Beautiful young women
Don′t be afraid to bloom
We need you more than ever
In broken classrooms

A vortex is forming
Fountaining out from youth's green canal
Where hunger becomes courage
Humble without doubt

And girls with grails of golden sand
Set anchors in the sound
That aches and echoes down to them
And crashes into town


Touching space where it shakes
Dancing just above the floor
Stepping drenched in rhythms banged out
From high rams horns