: You're so far from me Though I see you You're so far from me Though I see you Where is it leading me to? Where is it leading me to? I'm not feeling
: I made for you 3 little boxes 3 little square boxes Made out of pine tree Then it'd be nice if you Would put your finger in And see what you can
: Between the little houses Of Shakespeare and North Hoyne For the first time alone And as I am wandering I take the time To look at the wooden
: I do the crabwalk I do the crabwalk Tomorrow I'm dead Out of my head Time digs all wounds Time digs all wounds Now is enough The space of a minute
: There is not a chance for A loser Getting caught by coppers Smoking weed In the yard Naturally And if I'm hanging around If I'm not strong enough
: In a world of workers In a world of slaves Any member Of the workers of the world From Berlin to Amsterdam From London to Dublin I don't believe
: Say my name I'll wake up for you Say it clear, slowly, gently With your lips your teeth your tongue Your throat your lungs your belly It's been
: With your hair moving With the wind from the fan (At the back of the room) It led it straight to my mouth My hand on your knee Kissing your bottom
: The signals and the codes The numbers and the traps Of an urban landscape Make me think about H ow our life is ruled By nobodies Life is an everyday
: Turn off the light Let the day in You have no right To miss a thing Our smell lingers Through the words a girl heeds Let my fingers Lift your
: There is a part of you That is hidden All i have to do Is forbidden But maybe i'm allowed to ask you One question Whose eyes are you lookin' into
There is not a chance for A loser Getting caught by coppers Smoking weed In the yard Naturally And if I'm hanging around If I'm not strong enough
The signals and the codes The numbers and the traps Of an urban landscape Make me think about H ow our life is ruled By nobodies Life is an everyday
I made for you 3 little boxes 3 little square boxes Made out of pine tree Then it'd be nice if you Would put your finger in And see what you can
With your hair moving With the wind from the fan (At the back of the room) It led it straight to my mouth My hand on your knee Kissing your bottom
I do the crabwalk I do the crabwalk Tomorrow I'm dead Out of my head Time digs all wounds Time digs all wounds Now is enough The space of a minute
Turn off the light Let the day in You have no right To miss a thing Our smell lingers Through the words a girl heeds Let my fingers Lift your
Say my name I'll wake up for you Say it clear, slowly, gently With your lips your teeth your tongue Your throat your lungs your belly It's been
