Perfect 4/4 Songtext

von Polly Paulusma

Wires fan before you
They draw you
In deep troughs and sharp peaks of green
Each cough rips through you
It wounds you
And flatlines cry wolf on the screen

If I could change
The shapes of the waves
They'd all be a perfect 4/4;
If I could exchange
The sky for this cage
You'd walk with me straight out the door
You'd walk with me straight

Needles slip in you, they pin you
To whimpering, limping machines
Night air surrounds you
It drowns you
In billows and pillows and sheets

If I could change
The shapes of the waves
They'd all be a perfect 4/4;
If I could exchange
The sky for this cage
You'd walk with me straight out the door
You'd walk with me straight

Wires fan before you
They draw you
In deep troughs and sharp peaks of green