tweezers Songtext
von The Narcissist Cookbook

This house is no place
No road leads up here
Just an empty space on the map
And now I wonder if you were ever around

My words are shortcuts
No one can follow
My movements mindless
Old lines of code

A writhing chorus that crawled into my ear
While I was sleeping on the couch

God, how am I meant to get you out
Of my mind?
Why do you keep hanging around
Way past your time?
What′s it gonna take to get the taste
Of your name off my tongue?

Bring me a pair of tweezers
I'll pluck the thoughts out one by one


This house is lonley
It wants to keep me
Its corridors twist in on themselves
And now I wonder if I will ever get out

My shadow dances beyond the candle
My echo answers before I speak
My reflection breathes lungfulls of fog
On the far side of the glass

God, how am I meant to get you out
Of my mind?
Why do you keep hanging around
Way past your time?
I see you in the dark behind my eyelids
When I′m trying to sleep

Bring me a pack of steel wool
I'll scour the cornea until it's clean

Comfortable and effortless
Like a familiar hymn
I sing while I think
About something else

Somewhere there′s somebody new
About to meet you
I remember the feeling


God, how am I meant to get you out
Of my mind?
Why do you keep hanging around
Way past your time?
What′s it going to take to get the taste
Of your name off my tongue?

Bring me a pair of tweezers