| to tell the truth |
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(Bergmann)
cassette: Poisoned
It's four o'clock in the morningWe're screaming as we stop to a halt on the ice I can't move and I'm looking up At a big black empty sky I've got a personal message I want to sent to my own satellite From a guy to a girl half way across town She might as well be half way around the world I'm nobody in the middle of nowhere Standing on an icy road Wondering if anybody's home I've got no phone But I want you If I make it there Will anyone be home I got too much time To think about the way we lie (??) It takes too much time To cover the distance Between our lives I'm selling myself in Montreal She's a high-class whore in Singapore I can still see you But I want so much more I'm nobody in the middle of nowhere Standing on an icy road Wondering if anybody's home I've got no phone And I want you If I make it there Will anyone be home All your friends betrayed you And then you come to me (??) To tell the truth fucking sick (???) (???) Will you live with me (???) Without being real If I send my love Without any dignity Will you live with me Without being real I'm nobody in the middle of nowhere Standing on an icy road Wondering if anybody's home I've got no phone But I want you If I make it there Will anyone be home She's not home |