Tekster:
Knapsack Silver Sweepstakes

A stand in to battle for me To breathe To breathe for me I'm braving it briefly A hand for the one that's beneath I need I need It's swift and it's sweeping

brand new way to be But you can't smile through those teeth Lose yourself in the back A place that makes things seem A little dull beneath this shining silver

Fumble for the lightswitch Get this off without a hitch Got to know sometimes it's all hit and miss But I don't want to waste this wish Rub a lamp or

Forty more than I can take Wrap it up in cellophane Throwing out for safety's sake 'Cause they'll just think it sounds the same I'll go a day I'll go

Slow dance with losing at the end While third rate lovers hone their skills Just stuck to the breaks that never bend Smoking sections still waiting for

Take a second, think of everything you've done You're getting warmer, while your former Blocks out the sun Standing close to the ground, a lucky charm