Words Songtext
von The Ballroom Thieves

Words come and go
Like birds, back and forth
You and I are getting older all the time

Home before the curfew
Overrun with virtue
The wondering is our one redeeming vice

Honey what keeps all these threads together now?

Flowers decrescendo
Wilting in the window
Everything is dying all the time

Oh my head is pounding
The dog rehearsed his howling
And I might be the last thing on your mind


Honey what keeps all these threads together now?

Is this love?
Is this what we′re all afraid of?
Is this love?

The years come and go
Like birds, back and forth
You and I are getting paler all the time

Baby in the backseat
Acting like it's magic
But I can see your eyes in her eyes

Honey what keeps all these threads together now?

Is this love?
Is this what we′re all afraid of?
Is this love?