Woorden:
Saint Vitus Born Too Late

I see colours everywhere I have things living in my hair In the dark, I see lights My brain is working overtime On clear windowpane In my house,

Don't tell me about your problems I don't want to hear You brought them upon yourself I don't want to hear You thought nuclear war was The right thing

Foggy morning drifting 'round you Blackened haze Pounding footsteps right behind you You can't see past your trembling hand Every day Shadows from

Thirsty and miserable You drop to the floor You drink 'til you can't See any more Thirsty and miserable Always wanting more Thirsty and miserable

my songs are much too slow But they don't know the things I know I know I don't belong And there's nothing I can do I was born too late And I'll never