Davico Songtext
von The Plastic Constellations

I got the call, we said we′re leavin' tomorrow
We′re hollow, we're hollow
We hit the road, I tried to sleep through the potholes
It's hollow, this I know
The more I hear it, it gets harder to follow
The more I hear it, it gets tougher to swallow

With our sights set low and our dreams on hold
Daily bought and sold
There′s still fights left going,
So throw down the phone
Make your presence known


We live in this city, but our hearts elsewhere
And that′s a sign of the times
These houses are pretty, in a way that home base
Could never hope to compare to
We're feeling so gritty, and our heart′s elsewhere
And that's a sign of the times
So you fight and you still always seek the next thrill
And stop fearing the worst (and start expecting the best)

I got some issues I blocked out with the bottle
I fought though, at least I thought so
I thought we′d come home,
Everything would be solved though
That's not so, I′m glad we talked though
The more I hear it, it gets harder to follow
It's been 5 months, it still gets tougher to swallow

There'll come a time when
We will choose to talk about it
We′ll hide our guns in a shoebox in the closet
And we′ll unlock it
And everyone I ever knew that's gone but fought it
I′ll see them coming views, I'll feel my jaw hit
And I′ll applaud it
The devil may break you, the devil may take you
But we'll break through