Filter the Grit Songtext
von The Pretty Flowers

You know it′s never like you plan
We're never in demand
I never was a prince
We′re live from a black hole

In the backyard of your mind
Where you were young and weak
You tried to stare just like a freak show
You dug yourself a foxhole


Baby, please don't go
We are lost, but we lose slow
As much as you want to quit
We are filtering the grit

I know it's hard to take a stand
Crush the label, kill the man
Find a uniform that fits
And filter out the grit

Baby, please don′t go
We are lost, but we lose slow
As much as you want to quit
We′re filtering the grit