Songtext von Telegram To Tegucigalpa

You can reach me on the field telephone Market your charm on the overarching drone Mimic the wisp of gourmet memory Snarled round the spine of your family tree Grandstanders grandstanding By the league of egoists Thwarted cartography On the floor of the sea Your coat-of-arms bespeaks your prestige But your hay day muscles have all atrophied In this door-creaking sensitivity Underwater contest and I awake gasping for surety Telegram to Tegucigalpa Wire express on a scrawny llama Making provisions To stifle your trauma