Streichergruppe Hans Georg Arlt Follow

I'm gonna keep them from you 'til you cry
I've got machine guns, I never shoot them
I only borrowed them in case we die

Late nights, play fights
I'm freezing and you're leaving me here
Blue and red up, I'm fed
You're upset almost dead, tongue twisted

35 nightmares and 94 days
Since I got near you and your anxious ways
Hey darling, let's steal it
I'm certain you're sure, spell it to me love

And as we planned there's fireworks, stage right
They're swallowing the brains of all in sight
It's 1 AM, that's the evening, your time
We're counting sheep, sell it to me, love

Leave it while it still smolders
So I'll have to say I told you
I carved our names in a tree there
I meant the letters to be bolder, bolder

Around the angles, there's a race
Where silver never gets golder
And baby, when we get older
We don't have to get colder

I'm gonna keep them from you 'til you cry
I've got machine guns, I never shoot them