Songtext von Throwing Out The Mail

Throwing out the mail cause the winter's calling I make plans to see you But there's always something Phone's never ringing But my diary is empty My suspicion's in my hand And I feel lady justice has her hands in the muck Teaching more than I have been taught And it's getting heavy But I won't give up Times like this I'm a little watchful A little more pronounced She propositions and I sway I sway my hands Every thought directs the show