My love, I lack the confidence To say what's on my mind I guess I'm prone to shake and sweat Confounded every time I see you do the things you do Pale
Übersetzung: Two Tongues. Kriechen.
s alright) (How could it be, it's alright) You can crawl right into me, In your bed when you just can't sleep You can crawl right into me Leave me, (You can crawl
out there somewhere And your feet can only walk down two kinds of roads Your eyes can only look through two kinds of windows Your nose can only smell two
don't give a fuck when I open ya up) hot rocks fly from the back seat and busta ass niggas run like a track meet an if you crawl in the middle bleed
warmth of a shadow Not the regal creature of border caves But the poor, misguided, directionless familiar Of some obscure Scottish poet The mist crawls
world beyond - no tongues telling lies The silence was covering everything inside In a dream I saw myself - fallen down next to me Couldn't crawl back
" Or stuck to my tongue Weighed down with words Too over-dramatic Tonight it's, "It can't get much worse" Vs. "No one should ever feel like" I'm two
horns on my helmet Little doll crawl in cherry red velvet Burning Man in the house of charm Chemical to the mouth but not to the arm My tastes spinning out of control Your face two
a nut, don't give a fuck when I open ya up) Hot rocks fly from the back seat And busta ass niggaz run like a track meet And if you crawl in the middle
From the mouth back to the jail That is posing as tongue If we crawl at two We could crawl at twenty-two If we crawl at two We could crawl at twenty-two
[Chorous] See I'm done with this two-step Man I just snap, Man I just snap, Man I just snap And I ain't callin up for those drinks no more I just snap
beers, take twelve beers You've got the clues to mend the world Thirteen beers, fourteen beers Tongue-tied and double vision Fifteen beers, sixteen beers Bumping and crawling
of a shadow Not the regal creature of border caves But the poor, misguided directionless Familiar of some obscure scottish poet The mist crawls from
And date each other Some, something, something, something Something, something, something, something, I dunno Pop pills, pills I pop Pop two pills, on stilts I walk Snort two
of a shadow Not the regal creature of border caves But the poor, misguided, direction less familiar Of some obscure Scottish poet The mist crawls from
and break my heart It's always been caught off guard In the end, there is nothing left to save And the secrets you keep under your tongue Are turning two