Songtext von Broken Glass Candy

You please, you please Count all the raindrops One by one and watch them marrying on the floor Got the number? Got the number? That's the size of my Got the number? Got the number? That's the size of my, anger! Why apply for a lover, if I can apply for mental health? Why hide my chaos, if I can go to hell glamourously? Goodness knows how long I've been searching the way out of the castle Goodness knows how many doors I've bumped my head against Pick a hand, go on, pick a hand Oh, you've chosen the cutest gift! But watch out when you taste it You'll like it if you're on broken glass candy Why apply for a lover, if I can apply for mental health? Why hide my chaos, if I can go to hell glamourously? God doesn't exist anyway