Parachutes Songtext
von Moron Police

Time for me to sing of demons
Of all the things I saw beneath the steam
It′s hard for me to grasp the implications
Of a distant land of songs within machines
Like a dream...


It's cold here in the winter
And I′ve lost my pair of shoes
In every song I am the truth
Now, bow down, unbeliever
Like everybody else
I'm like everybody else

Deal in dreams and resurrections
A promise of a wheel that slowly turns
A god that has grown old and us; forgotten
Lay me down before I have to kneel
At the seams


And over in the winter
There's snow beneath my feet
For every step—a small defeat
Now, bow down, unbeliever
Like everybody else
I′m like everybody else