Songtext von Buffalo Tomato

Snow was enough Let them eat it Little thing that was a good remit Oh, you're just a genial pomade faker In the background was our perfect love Don't be like the salary man, man, man, man We are positive Opposite of what I'm feeling Hopefully I won't forget to breathe out there Trust the people though I am not like them For a second Wouldn't you rethink, it's a futile type we're making Took 'em around like he's hiding out There is something I've done, done, I've done I've done, done, I've done, I've done, done, done I wish somebody can Oh, there's only clear and blue You aren't feeling better, either pink or blue You want better, you want better, you want better You want better, you want I know what you're thinking See, you call the others sometimes too Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweetheart, sweetheart Sweetheart, sweetheart, sweetheart, sweetheart Still glow Ship Stars, stars, stars