Besedila: Disco Biscuits. Konkrete.

What if I was in your dream?
Maybe you?d believe.
Maybe it would be real to me.

Crawl
all these miniaturized fantasies when you deserve it all,
and I'd wait but you?d make me wait just grab your hand and say

I don?t mind if I have to sit and wait.
Cut diamonds on my teeth,
skin off my taint.
Feels good so much the soul flows like I said we flow,
I don?t mind,
I don?t mind when you turn and walk away.

Myself is out of control
Myself is out of control

Witness what no one sees,
your laziness as you fall apart on the sidelines.
As the rain will fall on power lines.
This Freaking out and disposing
and I think I witness miracles from sipping on your potion.
The words are garbled like alphabet soup
served by an image of your mother dressed in last night?s clothes
covered in a big wet smile.
I don?t mind.
I don?t mind when you turn and walk away

Myself is out of control
Myself is out of control

Insane with your brain,
god knows all facts in your brain.
Search through the tired and mended scene.
all your body falls absentee

Myself is out of control
Myself is out of control

Myself is out of control
Myself is out of control