The Shapes Songtext
von Octave Noire

So hard us everybody now
I′ve made a mess of read again
Now I'm bending on your room
In the truth
Like it was my first day at school
You hang into your book
You gave me funny looks
Don′t try to tell me that
I should bent over my blues

It seems to walk away
Into to another room
Flying to the stairs
As if it's new and there

Oh don't try to tell me I should
Oh don′t try to tell me I should
Oh don′t try to tell me I should
Oh don't try to tell me I should


I′m sure you feel the same
Well then I do
I construct the shapes
The way I want to
I mix the red to the black and to the green
It's something to be see
Don′t try to tell me that
I should bent over my blues

It seems to walk away
Into another room
Flying down the stairs
As if it's bad and there

Oh don′t try to tell me I should
Oh don't try to tell me I should
Oh don't try to tell me I should
Oh don′t try to tell me I should
Oh don′t try to tell me I should
Oh don't try to tell me I should
Oh don′t try to tell me I should