Microwave Songtext
von Zoee

I search the post to find the place where I was once enshrined
I pace the garden, inhale breaths from in amongst the vines

The lights are on I toss and turn my thoughts rewind
Like a microwave, rotating to the time
Your dreams don′t shoulder me
Wake up to my imagination

I'm in the window looking at a face that once was kind
I′m shouting help, searching for the bones you left behind


You sit on sofas, reading papers all the time
Like a microwave, the setting's predefined
Your dreams don't shoulder me
Wake up to my imagination

I′m in the bathroom looking at the stairs I have to climb
The taps are rotten and the tiles have long lost, lost their shine

Sift through papers, look for ways to read your mind
Like a microwave it breaks down over time
Your dreams don′t shoulder me
Wake up to my imagination