Songtext von Faker

Last call for everything. A pool of emmalines delirious She lingers like a chain It's more than grave but not to serious. Send your reverie to me Faker. Into the mouth of green morning, Faker. I am so wide awake The wind is moving blossoms through the door. It's more than I can take But half as much as what it was before. Send your reverie to me Faker. Into the mouth of green morning, Faker.