Death Songtext
von The Dodos

The sky is just about sand
Your silence seems to have crept
I know the hours intense
Death, what could be worse
If I had something to complain about
If I took your place, would it hurt
Something to complain about
I never thought that Ill let
I mostly want what I get
It comes at night when it wants
Youre better off in our bed
Death, what could be worse
If I had something to complain about


If I took your place, would it hurt
Something to complain about
Prefer the noise to the song
The words, they always seemed wrong
Were better off within here
Death, what could be worse
If I had something to complain about
If I took your place, would it hurt
Something to complain about
Death, what could be worse
If I had something to complain about
If I took your place, would it hurt
Something to complain about