Songtext von Arnika

Arnica might take out the throes that I threw in my head Bruno, your wife shakes her bedclothes as she makes up the bed I'm tired of life; I'm tired of waiting for someone I'm tired of prices; I'm tired of waiting for something I have a right to know what's in store; to know what should be said Could I have it all for a night to have slept in the warmth of your bed? I'm tired of life; I'm tired of waiting for someone I'm tired of prices; I'm tired of waiting for something I'm tired of life; I'm tired of life, etc Oh be patient with me; for the night weighs on my chest with a terrible storm Though we may disagree on how things should be done on how crisis is born Don't consider it done wait until Leviathan lovingly creeps in your sill For he waits in the dark, brooding magically; mustering paperback feelings No I'm not afraid of death or strife or injury, accidents, they are my friends