Choir
A Certain Ratio
I didn't want to waste your life
You forced me to adjust my view
You had to die it hurts
Laugh at me until i cried
Standing by the door to leave
The outer landscapes dwindling
Calls are rushing at my head
Birds are bleeding in their cages
Sometimes I feel so big
My head pushes against the roof
But my thoughts are just hotels
Full of other peoples ideas
Ideas, ideas
Ideas, ideas
