Hysterics (The)

Debris
love's a material take me on sun rambles overshare we don't have long hold on tight the stars are going out love the next moon the hard shine weighs me down keep it together man i can't be wrong i'm always paranoid i don't belong don't go, whisper to me we don't have time for tv i'll stop predicting debris if we don't have to be three the stars are going out love the next room before it spun around i'll stop my joking if we move on i'm not a patient boy but i'll be strong Aus Songtexte Mania