Tinfoil Songtext
von Rainer Maria
Tinfoil Songtext
God damn it,
I′m not talking about my heart
Like it's something you could break.
There′s no convincing you
I'm not sick.
When i say "heart,"
(Drug stores make me feel good, think of)
When i say "heart,"
(Drug stores make me feel good, think of)
Nothing comes to mind.
(Drug stores make me feel good, think of)
When i say "heart,"
(Drugs stores make me feel good, think of)
Nothing comes to mind
(Silver)
And your chest is cage for my letters
(Silver)
Around my wrist
And your handwriting's better than mine.
I′m not well.
God damn it,
I′m not talking about my heart
Like a tinfoil valentine.
There's no convincing you
I′m not sick.
When i say "heart,"
(Drug stores make me feel good, think of)
When i say "heart,"
(Drug stores make me feel good, think of)
Nothing comes to mind.
(Drug stores make me feel good, think of)
When i say "heart,"
(Drug stores make me feel good, think of)
Nothing comes to mind
(Drug stores make me feel good, think of silver)
And your chest is cage for my letters.
(Silver)
Around my wrist
And your handwriting's better than mine.
Call an ambulance,
I don′t want to walk home alone.
Call an ambulance,
I don't want to walk home alone.
I′m not talking about my heart
Like it's something you could break.
There′s no convincing you
I'm not sick.
When i say "heart,"
(Drug stores make me feel good, think of)
When i say "heart,"
(Drug stores make me feel good, think of)
Nothing comes to mind.
(Drug stores make me feel good, think of)
When i say "heart,"
(Drugs stores make me feel good, think of)
Nothing comes to mind
(Silver)
And your chest is cage for my letters
(Silver)
Around my wrist
And your handwriting's better than mine.
I′m not well.
God damn it,
I′m not talking about my heart
Like a tinfoil valentine.
There's no convincing you
I′m not sick.
When i say "heart,"
(Drug stores make me feel good, think of)
When i say "heart,"
(Drug stores make me feel good, think of)
Nothing comes to mind.
(Drug stores make me feel good, think of)
When i say "heart,"
(Drug stores make me feel good, think of)
Nothing comes to mind
(Drug stores make me feel good, think of silver)
And your chest is cage for my letters.
(Silver)
Around my wrist
And your handwriting's better than mine.
Call an ambulance,
I don′t want to walk home alone.
Call an ambulance,
I don't want to walk home alone.
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