Dark Dark Diary Songtext

von Serebro

Well, it's five to twelve
Watch my shaking hands
Anther reckless flight
Into this city romance
Tuning up my fiddle rosin' up to my bow
Make myself so welcome wherever I go

Can't serve to masters
Well I've got ten
Makes my wounded heart busy
Till the very end
I'm a lost boy in a shallow world

Glory be the death in me
Bring me down so I can lose the ground
Glory be the death in me
I need an excuse for being a clown
I'm a sucker for my own disease
While I dig my hole I beg you please
Sing another song for me
Tell another story

I've got a mental breakdown in my head
You know the mighty Lord
Just found me dead
Searching for my way back home
Try to pick up my soul
From the mucky floor

Can't serve to masters
Well I've got ten
Makes my wounded heart busy
Till the very end
I'm a lost boy in a shallow world

Glory be the death in me
Can't see the sky for all the clouds
Glory be the death in me
Pangs of conscience bring me down

I'm a sucker for my own disease
While I dig my hole I beg you please
Sing another song for me
Sing another story
Can't stand another tragedy
In my worn out diary
In my dark, dark diary