Under the Breeze Songtext
von Teethe

Half of the want to be the charge
Under the fig tree, an ant is born
So emptily
Thin, he′s a paper boy, so neat
Hard as the enemy, completely swole
Inside of me

Don't sweat it out, don′t embarrass me
You can breathe in, underneath the breeze


I want to wake up where you are
Somewhere I'll never be, when we look on
Don't talk to the
Fuckin anatomy of me
Cold as the enemy, completely whole
Inside of me

Don′t sweat it out, don′t embarrass me
You can breathe in, underneath the breeze
Don't sweat it out, don′t embarrass me
You can breathe in, underneath the breeze