Strange Ears
Asbjørn Toftdahl Terkelsen, Jonas Tranberg, Asbjørn
Will my strange ears know?
Or can my weird eyes tell?
Will my feet be on their way rushing into things my
Nose didn't even smell?
Will my head be alarmed
Before my hands take control?
Concealing all my warmth
Sooner or later
My strange ears will know
We could break our bones
Knowing all we know
With the kick drum our hearts beat as one
And we don't feel alone
Under the cold strobe light
We are parasites
Sooner or later
My strange ears will know
Under the cold strobe light we work our way
Dancing through the crowd
We lose track of time
Manic black and white
Colours fade before our eyes
In unison we praise the night
Sooner or later
My strange ears will know
