Songtexte:
Riotte Philipp Jakob King Of Kings

Riding on this know-how, never been here before Peculiarly entrusted, possibly that's all Is history recorded? Does someone have a tape? Surely, I'm no

I'd rather dance with you than talk with you, so why don't we just move into the other room. There's space for us to shake, and 'hey, I like this tune

I lose some sales and my boss won't be happy But I can't stop listening to the sound Of two soft voices blended in perfection From the reels of this record

Summerchild that sits by the water Weaving sunlight threads in his hands The golden river that day a shelter A stream where he could make pebbles dance

When past sometimes takes you with soft hands Forcelessly pulls you to your chair Hides you away from these half days Sunless at the end of the year

If you wanna be my friend You want us to get along Please do not expect me to Wrap it up and keep it there The observation I am doing could Easily be

"Why, why so quiet? Oh my, mysterious country singer?" she asked. My life, it's a riot I'm climbing barricades in empty streets at night. When I'm down

yea. Soon he'll sound his call, then we'll stand or fall Kings are falling destinies calling for this time, oh this time we will be free, yea. Kings

Übersetzung: Kings Of Convenience. Riot On An Empty Street.