Ramona Songtext
von The Stampeders

Typing letters to the dead
Late at night on a closed piano lid
She circles past She fills your glass
But she don′t recognise the song
And once in a life time she says
The waking life
Stitched together in your head
Well, what if it's only worth
The bundle of nerves it′s written on?
And I don't need these arms anymore
I don't need this heart, now to love
I don′t need this skin and bones
At all
There′s a way you've always known her
Telephone between her cheek and her shoulder And eyes like crystal balls
That just won′t shutup
About the future of the future
Ramona was a waitress
All but made of information
In a bar under the third bridge
She says she's looking forward
To living forever
And I won′t need these arms anymore
I won't need this heart, not alone
I won′t need this skin and bones
At all
At all, at all, at all, at all, at all
Ramona was a waitress