Fitzcaraldo Songtext

von The Little Hands of Asphalt

I'll tell you how it tends to start:
We pack our guitars
Plunge into the night
With our knitwear and hungry hearts
Then bury all your question marks
The sequenced words you've called your own
Or a life [?]
But now our skills will hold
We lived on furnits and student loans
And now you're frozen to the bone
But you're not travelling alone
We gotta drag this ferry across the land
Yes, of course we need a plan
Take every opurtunity
Get paid scraps from a middle man
And I love you, but remember this:
You belong to the city trams
When everyone comes telling you
Cawl back in to the van
And so you'll have our lives
And in the crowds tonight
The kids are still all right
But you're just dust in the spot light
Dancing side to side
The fans are keeping you alive
So I trace your steps through the layer of snow
Fell after we part
You're still the child on the first marriage
But at least you're making marks
And I love you, gonna tell you twice
Before we disembark
Just wait until tomorrow dear
For now you've got my remarks
Keep the monulips
Diagnosis or a kiss
We wait for something but we still dont know what it is
Let's explore, just shut the door