Paroles:
Something With Numbers Against The Wind

s steaming up and boiling inside I will tie you to the clouds So you can watch me from the sky I can't change the direction Of the wind but I can

goes to show you, and it'll show you once again that . . . A Mountain is something You don't wanna fuck with You don't wanna fuck with Don't fuck around

thought in the air, like something planted in the atmosphere, my dear Oh my suffer loss is real Oh why, why, why must we be shackled on ya We were treated like a number

tear body. If no be God hey-hey. Na some be dead body. Nobody be born baby. When you fall, you go stand up again. You go try am again, again and again

constantly constantly without without without without again without again your telephone numbers move across the water the ocean between us opens the silence is indifferent and love love love love love walks with

and the script unfolds [Chorus x2] I get back around three We can do it more again Message to them hater middle finger to the wind Let my chain swang, with

with the cars she kept And "Such is life," she often said With one day leading her to the next You get a little closer to your death, which was fine with

, constantly Constantly Without, without, without Without again, without again Your telephone number Through the glass of water The instance between is opened The silence is indifferent and your love, love, love Love walks with

sake? The world is daily threatened with annihilation, Is that really something to be trivialased? The world is under constant threat. Against this background