Pillbox Tales

Electric line, racing time

Fire down the wall

Spinning around, the killing ground

It makes you look so small

Henna years, the stinging tears

Flesh on the railway track

The screaming queen on the TV screen

Is never coming back

Suffer no more

Step inside and listen

Listen to my pillbox tales

Your special days, your winning ways

You're living out the past

You're lying lies and tying ties

And running much too fast

But you feel so sick

If you run too quick and wishing every day

Wishing you were all along

Wishing you were years away

Suffer no more

Step inside and listen

Listen to my pillbox tales

Listen to my

Listen to my pillbox tales

Electric line, racing time

Fire down the wall

Spinning around, this killing ground

It makes you look so small

The henna years, the stinging tears

Flesh on the railway track

Jamming queen on the TV screen

Is never coming back

Suffer no more

Step inside and listen

Listen to my pillbox tales

Step inside and listen to my

Step inside and listen to my

Step inside and listen to my pillbox tales