Weil ich der Zukunft manchmal gerne einen Schubs geben würde:
THE KILLS : FUTURE STARTS SO SLOW
You can holler, you can wail, you can swing, you can flair
You can fuck like a broken sail
But I’ll never give you up, if I ever give you up
My heart will surely fail
And after all God can keep my soul
England have my bones
But don’t ever give me up, I could never get back up
When the future starts so slow
No longing for the moonlight, no longing for the sun
No longer will I curse the bad I’ve done
If there’s a time when the feelings gone
I wanna feel it
You can holler, you can wail
You can blow what’s left of my right mind
You can swing, you can flair
You can blow what’s left of my right mind
I don’t mind
There’s a time for the second best
And there’s a time when the feeling’s gone
But it’s hard to be hard, I guess
When you’re shaking like a dog
You can holler, you can wail
You can blow what’s left of my right mind
You can swing, you can flair
You can blow what’s left of my right mind
