Boring Disaster Songtext
von The Ballroom Thieves

Here we are again
Wishing we were more or less than friends
And in the end
You get what you negotiate

In my head
You take off your shirt and get into my bed
And we talk about death like it′s not in the room

Life is too brief to fall in love with anything
Life is too brief to fall in love with anything
Don't be naive, don′t fall in love with anything
Don't be naive, don't fall in love with anything


There it is again
The meaning of an ordinary end
We both pretend
Then just see each other less and less
And less and less
The mildest dose of nothingness
Like holding a deer that is dead by the antlers
Or spending a year all alone in New Hampshire
Or kissing the mouth that refuses to answer
It′s bleak is it not
It′s a boring disaster

Life is too brief to fall in love with anything
Life is too brief to fall in love with anything
Don't be naive don′t fall in love with anything
Don't be naive don′t fall in love with anything

I know the heart
Has its own entropy
I know the heart
Has its own entropy

I know the heart
Has its own entropy
I know the heart
Has its own entropy

I know the heart
Has its own entropy
I know the heart
Breaks like a wave on a rock