Tekster: Xylos. Yellow Flip-Flops.

Are you grateful for the time that you?re given?
For pursuing interests if they are of desire
For a phone book full of loved ones you?ll call if the worst does transpire
For a phone call in the rippling cold
Mention a cup of coffee and your red scarf around your neck
In the quiet, peace and calm
They call us in each lonely night
Till suddenly you?ll arise
No longer grateful, but deprived
You?re feeling so deprived

On hell I?ll walk with yellow flip-flips
I?ll doggie-paddle your dirty river
I?ll raise a fist for your city-wide special
Sitting on hell is a child mid-shiver

Do you walk by and find yourself saying
There is not enough space in my mind for their faces
Do you walk on drunk in the pouring rain and feel that you are home?
Or do you feel so out of water that more often than not you want to be alone?
In the quiet, peace and calm
With your headphones on tight
Ensconced in your world
A smile comes over your face
And you?re feeling so alive

On hell I?ll walk with yellow flip-flips
I?ll doggie-paddle your dirty river
I?ll raise a fist for your city-wide special
Sitting on hell is a child mid-shiver