Songtext von Rehearsing to Cut the Last String

I surrender to the heat By falling into its dry slow beat I could lose myself forever Aching for some peace of mind Aching for a little justice Whatever that is Rehearsing to cut the last string From here on it's all racing downhill In loss and anger On an ancient bicycle It's never worth the trouble Walking on helpless spiders It seldom leads to a change of weather Back to rain and all those cold days My crass heart never dared to ask For love to start and finally end To ruin my pace of everyday It only takes the thought of you Rehearsing to cut the last string From here on it's all downhill To the pleasures of the harbour To pleasures of kind waters Rehearsing to cut the last string From here on it's all racing downhill For every sorry ass Lying wasted in the grass Rehearsing to cut the last string From here on it's all downhill Like a burned out Little saintbug