Из альбома: Expositions Prophylaxe
Stop that horse
He wears my shirt
Regret remorse
Oh, now they hurt
Yesterday I rewired the place
The physical description fits
The broken home I left behind
And the rain fell down sad
Withering birds they only wail
In the dying gardens down below
Murder victims talk to me
Tell me all I wanna know
Their dangling receiver's telling me
We only live once, there's no more