Hailstones Songtext
von The Social Services

Eating dried mango in Notting Hill with a sister of mine
Battered by hailstones and hangovers on Monday afternoon
Having a luxury crisis
About what to do with our lives
So many choices it is dizzying for our small minds


But this is enough, we have all we need
But this is enough, we have all we need

The silence is only broken by the phone and the coffee machine
In this white room, so far removed from the life we knew
I sit so obediently wondering how I ended up here
Thinking of what could have been I shed the occasional tear

But this is enough, we have all we need
We are alive, we are warm and safe
We are loved this is enough