In a garage that somehow smells like a cabinet
Dreaming of nothing but crazy dreams
I want to stay asleep for a little while more
On the side of a bone-dry gravel road
Rubbish can be seen rolling a couple of times
That now looked beautiful to me,
That’s all It was just trivial talk
Well… That’s just twisted, that’s all.
Without settling things, just…
Pretending to be selfish
I wonder if we were able to talk properly that time…
Like it was budding, no matter what color your hair is
When it turns to dusk, it gets dyed by the sunlight, such a deep red
If you have a heart that will not disappear
The rusty 4-string fret
Can it be covered up with a Big Muff?
Somehow, the more I hate it the more I can’t say it
Not words but poison keeps on coming
Don’t look this way with that expression
The dry wind blew
No matter what color your hair is
If it snowed, then it gets hidden by a gloomy white
If you have a pain that will not disappear
The memories of yearning that have gotten dirty
Play a guitar octave with that fuzz!
No matter what color your hair is
If the moon shines on it, then it’ll probably don a dull blue
If there is a beautiful distortion, then…
Let me hear it
Like it was budding
No matter what color your hair is
From this stage, I can probably find you wherever you go
If you have a heart that will not disappear
The rusty 4-string fret
Can it be covered up with a Big Muff?