180 Degrees Songtext
von Ninetynine

One hundred
And eighty degrees
A measure,
This straight line that it fields
For the patient few
Is it nothin′?
Is it nothing new?
I knew it.
It's more that it′s useless
I'd still buy
Those feeble excuses
For if I lied
To you in the first place
Some places are too much
Some places are forbidden I make a start
Between novelty and vision
Fielding out the cause
The anatomy of distance
Tenuous lines
Between deliverance and deluge
I think i'm out of view
I think i′m out of all ways
I′ve felt that's so
There′s safety in numbers
Careful
And more than it's useless
I′d still buy those feeble excuses
For if I lied to you in the first place