All Worn Out Songtext
von The Minus 5

You′re worn out.
I'm worn out.
We′re all worn out.
A million days, a thousand years, a house that falls down.
Nothing seem to make a difference anymore, and nothing's such a lonely sound.
Somewhere in the distance feet might find a floor, but it's all worn out.


Here I am Birmingham.
So all worn out.
Dull and void, another box, too small to stand up.
Nothing seems to make a difference anymore, and nothing′s such a lonely sound.
Hard from such a distance to kick down the door.
These boots are all worn out.

Found a gun.
Can′t melt it down.
Too all worn out.
Time will tell, not very well.
The worst to come, dear.