Chamomile Crush Songtext
von Oshwa

Oh, unexpected and tremendous, we may be falling
From the tree, we′re floating
And you aren't in the knowing, and as the sun′s approaching
We are guardedly in arms
All the trees alive, I'd cut them down to get to you
Burn down all the chamomile and tend the fire to signal you
And I'd swim for miles and slow down the wind for you to glide
I dim the lights
As we involve ourselves in new complications Try, an′ get back to a place we′ve never been before
And I cannot bend you, I am consumed
My words, I fear I may have lost
My words, I fear I may have lo-o-o-o-o-o-ost
All the starry skies
I'd tie them down to give to you
Lasso all the asteroids and throw them out to miss you
And I′d risk the Nile, excite the atoms of different kinds
I dim the lights