Low House Songtext
von Sam Sinclair

All we have are cider and cigarettes
Think of me before you forget
Oh you know
You know nothing

Weigh the pros of killing your best friend
All you think about
Is how that would end
Love is always bitter
In your rear view mirror


Let me sleep inside of your head
It′ll keep me away from thoughts of your bed
You're in my dreams
What does that mean
More than it seems
Or is that just me

Doomed to sit firmly on the fence
If I stay do I have to pay rent
Pick a card
Determine the fate of my heart
Shouldn′t be that hard
We've already done that part

All we have are cider and cigarettes
Think of me before you forget