Voice in a Bin Songtext
von Naevus

Finding your voice in a bin
Losing an oat in your face
Having the nerve to go
Hurting the food supply
Being manhandled
Up the narrow stairs
Feet catching in railings
In an awkward manner
Tie to the side
Your jacket-flaps fan me
I′ll text you and I'll text you
′Til the morning light
A heart full of gloves
A handful of tape
This never was
Your environment
Burning the price-tag
In a plan of sorts


Your wings are hot but stuck
In the eyes of a dog you love
Under the receiver
Ability beckons
Don't do it now
Or act like a zoo
A canny young thing
With feelers out for dregs
The sponge drains the cup
The froth fills the mop
Put your face out to dry
Peg it up with the shirts
Choose an attaché case
And a shiny new suit
Be a cranberry Parsifal
Feta cappuccino melt
Be a pencil lover
Take up that mug