The Fake Outdoors Songtext
von Minta & The Brook Trout

I heard a creepy rendition
Of a song I used to love
I was on the edge of thinking of something deep
But there was someone at the door

For a moment the man peddling real estate
Looked like a handsome astronaut
Lately I have the the attention span
Of a tiny anxious dog

I might
Run wild


At the very mention of a party
At an early summer afternoon
At myself reflected in a pretty stranger′s eyes
For the littlest of whiles

I went back into the apartment
Holding a glossy brochure
Of a house with a kidney-shaped swimming pool
Surrounded by the fake outdoors

So if I ever grow a fortune
By some accident I'm sure
We can all lounge in the lounging chairs
And drink wine like connoisseurs

I might
Run wild


At the very mention of a party
At an early summer afternoon
At myself reflected in a pretty stranger′s eyes
For the littlest of whiles