Paroles: Pete Nischt. Sandbox.

I woke up in a city that never sleeps
Waved goodbye to old cliches and found my feet
Try as I might I can't seem to shake the feeling that they're not mine
Being controlled by some unabideing force I find myself on the street

Oh its just designer love
It looks good in the picture
Oh its just designer love
Fake in every instance

Met her on a Tuesday night in the park where we liked to play as kids
Back when a promise was a promise no ifs ands or buts it just is
Our feet in the sandbox, our minds in the gutter my world was caving in
She pulled me close and I was lost in a world where kids are just still kids

Oh its just designer love
It looks good in the picture
Oh its just designer love
Fake in every instance

Oh why's it have to happen here?
Mood swingin' on the play ground
Oh why's it have to happen here?
Hearts breakin' on the play ground

Oh its just designer love
It looks good in the picture
Oh its just designer love
Fake in every instance
Oh its just designer love
It looks good in the picture
Oh its just designer love
Fake in every instance