The Wasp Songtext
von Luke Buda

Well I won′t bang my head
Upon this here wall
I won't set my course for foam
Well I′d rather live a life to forget
This garden will flower no longer


Oh maybe it will, it's hard
But who can be sure of themselves or anything
With hungry eyes for things that you cannot have
You whisper with rage when you get to my age
And all that is left is the sunrise

Lately the sugar tastes sour
This? is filled with unnatural power
We're going down with hungry eyes for things that you cannot have
You whisper with rage when you get to my age
And all that is left is the sunrise