Из альбома: Folklore
Hot motel
Stuffy incide
I know well
This eleven walls
Hot black tar
I tan my legs
Rest my heart
And dream of the city
Magazine and diet coke
I´m not a joke
This is me
Damaged leg
Heavy cart
Plastic cups
Linen mart
Rock garden
Where i used to play
People stare
Part of their day
Coffe break
Lunch at noon
Pumpernickel steak
Green and orange room
Done my list
I Make my way
To help my mother
End her day
Fresh cut grass
parking lot
We roll on out
We got a lot
We´re on our way
Roll the windows down
And scream out loud
We´re tired now
Take it home
Stop on the way
To the bakery
For some fruit and cake
Home i lay
After a shower clean
I hit my head
And i dream