Going to Marrakesh Songtext
von The Extra Lens

Okay
Franklin, I can′t count this one off for some reason
I'm not sure why, sorry

The fog is lifting from the water
The bells are sounding on the boats
And our love is a monster, plain and simple
Though you weigh it down with stones to try to drown it
It floats
It floats


The day of reckoning is coming
Faster than anyone here realises
And our love is like Jesus but worse
Though you seal the cave up where you′ve lain it's body
It rises
It rises

I keep waiting for our love to die
The machines by it's bed
Dim and flicker but it won′t stay dead
And it perks up when the nurses bring it′s medication by

I wish
Our love could go the way of all flesh
But it's not right and it′s not nice
To try to kill the same thing twice
Would you pack your things?
We are going to Marrakesh