Songtext von Early Departure

the exits lines are scrawled out under your eyes, this place has left its scars like a playground drama scene. my siamese in disease, we share the symptoms; our smiles draw the same space into our eyes. i've memorised the exits, and you know all the back roads, let's leave the notes and make a run for it. so start the car who knows how far we'll go but i know we've got a late reservation on an early departure. so i place my hand in your hand you smile and say "i'm not coming back this time". my siamese in disease, we share the symptoms; but i'm still tongue-ing the cure around my mouth.