A# No. 1 Songtext
von Poison the Well

Waiting on and on
Dismount into another
No gashes on the road tonight
Nothing to complain about
Life is beautiful
When the sky
When the sky
It doesn′t resemble the pale
It doesn't resemble the pale

[Chorus]
Calling it eye contact
The population of this rock


Stretching legs, Stretching legs
In this familiar shell
Gaining years
Gaining years
Trying to convince the mob
With their glowing eyes
That the silhouettes in the window are writhing
With morales, and ideals!

[Chorus]
Calling it eye contact
The population of this rock
Spit acid, spit acid from their lips
Into your eyes

What will we do?
Without a smile from conversations
That carry
That carry
That carry ambitions away

They′ll catch up to us
Even though we still have a long way to go, now
They'll catch up to us
Even though we still have a long way to go, now!

[Chorus]
Calling it eye contact
The population of this rock
Spit acid, spit acid from their lips
Into your eyes


Writhing morales, ideals