Strangenecks Songtext

von Cultfever

Our chimney puffs a lighter cloud.
I hear you don't even make a sound.
Once I recalled the gall of that one.
Say on this one we won't we both lose.
I'm a child to lose.

Stone chiseled like a free-standing house.
Fleeting, domestic like a mouse.
Give us a flake of snow, one or two.
Fall on our walls and keep us stuck too.
I'm a child to lose.

Don't be a performer.
The fact is back and warmer anyway.

Say you would not be troubled at all.
Make me big when I'm small.

It's such a pain to speak up to you.
You were renowned a child with blues.
Watching those men hang from a noose
How could you want me in your shoes?
I'm a child to lose.

Don't be a performer. It's fact that I am warmer anyway.

Say you would not be troubled at all.
Make me big when I'm small.