It’s It’s It’s Songtext
von Lowertown

Weatherman is always wrong
He tells me sunny skies with his rain coat on
Weatherman is up to no good
He tells me no chance of rain
As if I haven′t got a brain

I don't trust the people of this town
They walk around smiling
But I know inside they got a frown
I don′t trust the people in this house
Sometimes things go missing when I put them down

Little things speak out to me if I listen
Try to close my ears
But somehow they get my attention
Blood of lamb
On the door
Signs of a coming place that I choose to ignore


It's like these floors can feel me
Something breathes down my neck
My hair ends up and I feel itchy
I look into my hands but they're empty
I gave myself away to a man
Who I thought loved me
I look into my chest but it′s hollowed
It′s been scooped out by a crow
Who needed a heart to borrow

Little things speak out to me if I listen
Try to close my ears
But somehow they get my attention
Blood of lamb
On the door
Signs of a coming place that I choose to ignore

Little things speak out to me if I listen
Try to close my ears
But somehow they get my attention
Blood of lamb
On the door
Signs of a coming place that I choose to ignore
To ignore

Little things speak out to me if I listen
Try to close my ears
But somehow they get my attention