Symmetry Songtext
von W. H. Lung

A body curled around a lamppost like a cigarette in light rain
Something like a question mark is
Hanging between thumb and forefinger

Alan Turing, give up the apple
Alan Turing, give up the apple
Alan Turing, give up the apple
Alan Turing, give up the apple

Head down, my love
Head down, my love
Head down, my love
Head down, my love

Head down, my love
Head down, my love
Head down, my love
Head down, my love
Head down, my love
Head down, my love


Head down, my love
Head down, my love
Head down, my love
Head down, my love
Head down, my love
Head down, my love

A body curled around a lamppost like a cigarette in light rain
Something like a question mark is
Hanging between thumb and forefinger

Friedrich Engels, wipe off your boots, man
Friedrich Engels, wipe off your boots
Friedrich Engels, wipe off your boots, man
Friedrich Engels, wipe off your boots

Don′t you think the sky looks so special
In these times of evening?
Don't you think the sky looks so special
In these times of evening?

Daddy, why is there a man asleep there?
Should I wake him?
Daddy, why is there a man asleep there?
Should I wake him up?
Victoria, covered in birds
Victoria, covered in bird shit


Head down, my love (Head down)
Head down, my love (Head down)
Head down, my love (Head down)
Head down, my love (Head down)

Head down, my love (Head down)
Head down, my love (Head down)
Head down, my love (Head down)
Head down, my love (Head down)

Head down, my love (Head down)
Head down, my love (Head down)
Head down, my love (Head down)
Head down, my love (Head down)

Head down, my love (Head down)
Head down, my love (Head down)
Head down, my love (Head down)
Head down, my love (Head down)

Head down, my love
Head down, my love
Head down, my love
Head down, my love

Head down, my love
Head down, my love
Head down, my love
Head down, my love

Head down, my love
Head down, my love
Head down, my love
Head down, my love

Head down, my love
Head down, my love
Head down, my love
Head down, my love

I walk around the public parks
The princess is visiting
And lining all the streets are
Glimpses of her sequined crown

All the while, dog whistle
Yeah, butter birds, new metal
And the gutter′s full of fire now
Yeah, change, change, the fire's out

A bear stuck on a zip wire
And doesn't he look amiable?
Just hanging in the atmosphere
As the dust cloud settles
As the dust cloud settles
As the dust cloud settles