All the Best Songtext
von Saintseneca

All the best
All the days when
We were less like what we are

Copper mines
Down in Peru
Where they find
What becomes, what becomes of you

Younger world
Holding a lush young girl
Ancient love
Open and raw as a mineral deposit

My layover is almost up
Valparaiso here I come
Collapse on the couch with the lights still on
Tree in the corner, snow on the lawn
Lit all your candles, let them burn
Hopefully get what you deserve this Christmas


All the best
All the days when
We were less like what we are

All the best
All the days when
We were less than what we are

All the way
Out in Chicago
Blitz of Peru
Held down to a chunk of brass
Fashion themselves
As the container and hangs itself
On a little necklace with a picture of you inside of it

My layover is almost up
Valparaiso here I come
Sleep on the couch with the lights all on
Keys on the table, snow on the lawn
Cooked all the cookies but let them burn
One less snack but a necklace deserved this Christmas

All the best
All the days when
We were less like what we are


All the best
All the days when
We were less like what we were

All the best
All the days when
We were less than what we are