Tekster:
Celestial Season Lunchbox Dialogues

winter falls and out of fuel we hide inside our shell no excuse or advice, it's just the way we feel we will stumble through our days I will read you

poetry in her window pane see our faces in the moonless night with no need for a spoken word too afraid to be open now innocent for as long as silence

this war is over I'm getting sober in my head I'm growing older leaving the colder man for dead over my shoulder I loose control again and again I'm

Sharks and razors in my sleep body's aching for some peace how I steal for you, like I steal from you slowly losing my believe in life Sharks and razors

get in your fighter pilot and drop those bombs off make your plans work untill the mad dog is quiet beat resistance, break defences Mister P. wants