Overtude
ChomskyMe in here with me
You are taking all of your time
To make sure things are sweet
No more empty overtures
No more empty overtures
When I opened my mouth
The empty words fall out
Cause I promise you the whole world
And only offer doubt
No more empty overtures
No more empty overtures
Stealing the sun is possible
So far grabs its seams
Still it shines through my words
Again, again, again, don't you know
Again, again, again, it's possible
Again, again, again, don't you know
By my hand I build I
Till my up is down, now I
Why on earth don't you run
When the sky falls to the ground
No more empty overtures
No more empty overtures
(Stealing the sun is possible)
(Stealing the sun) till my up is down
(Stealing the sun is possible)
(Stealing the sun) till my up is down
(Stealing the sun is possible)
(Stealing the sun) till my up is down
(Stealing the sun is possible)
(Stealing the sun) till my up is down
(Stealing the sun is possible)
(Stealing the sun) till my up is down
(Stealing the sun is possible)
(Stealing the sun) till my up is down
(Stealing the sun is possible)
(Stealing the sun) till my up is down
(Stealing the sun is possible)
(Stealing the sun) till my up is down