24 Hours (SOS) Songtext
von The Celibate Rifles

I got an S.O.S. from Danny with an overload,
She′s painting panic pictures on my telephone,

Into the sun I'm gonna fly away,
Into the sun I′m gonna fly away,

She's asking me questions but she's seeking advice,
She′s got laser eyes they′re so cold and precise,


baby
Into the sun I'm gonna fly away,
Into the sun I′m gonna fly away,

Have you really forgotton how it used to feel,
To be young and alive and not made of steel,

baby
Into the sun I'm gonna fly away,
Into the sun I′m gonna fly away,