Besedila: Karate. Water.

Gloves hold you in, accessorize Corners of sin and potential crimes The colds scolds your chin, draws some salt from an eye But even the wind can't get much of a rise How long will it take you to want to go home? How long will it take you to learn there is none? You were a sister, a daughter, just what was your role In that family now scored with stitches and holes? You got somewhere to be, so you can't get lost And you're filled with a substance that melts any frost I want to take you to dinner, but you'de rather hang out at rest stops Engaging in discourse better stratched into desk tops Your phone rings It's just me How long will it take you to trust me? I'm coming down to get you even though you don't answer Because the snow was OK, but the rain is coming faster Water sinks in Faster, then thickens My pockets are drinking Your fingers are sinking