Chinchilla Songtext
von This Town Needs Guns

So far we've lost focus
Let's concentrate on words that could mean everything

On nights like this
We drink ourselves dry
And make promises
Without intention

So fortunate that this was brought up
The last time, as I recall
Can't hold up your every expectation

On nights like this
We drink ourselves dry
And make promises
Without intention


My God, is this what we've become?
Living parodies of love and loss
Can we really be all that lost?

So fortunate that this was brought up
The last time, as I recall
I can't hold up your every expectation

One moment to another I am restless
Seems making love forever can often risk your heart
And I cannot remember when I was this messed up
In service of another, I am beautiful

Ba-ba-da-ba-ba, ba-ba-da-ba-ba
Ba-da-da-da-ba, ba-da-da-ba, ba-da-da-ba
Ba-da-da-da-ba, ba-da-da-ba, ba-da-da-ba
Da-da-da-ba, ba-da-da-ba, ba-da-da-ba
Da-da-da-ba, ba-da-da-ba, ba-da-da-ba
Da-ba-da-da-ba, ba-da-da-ba, da-ba-da-da-ba