Songtext von Its Lack

Pink Slip - Its Lack The times I linger myself and I do not feel lack other times however its lack makes me to lose air the lack of its hands in my hair the lack of its voice in my head its lack I go to feel its lack I forgot already I feel it lacks of its presence its lack it lacks of its musics of its laugh of its smile it are of hour To speak serious I feel lack of everything voice passing for telephone wires of its clothes of its affections and your kisses