Slow from Ghost Gear by Drunk at Your Wedding

Slow

When I couldn’t breathe
There was no one kneeling on my neck
When I hear thunder
It is nothing but thunder
When my back aches
It’s probably a weird sleeping position
When my head hurts
The pain’s mostly mild

And my brain can’t cope
With this variety of options
It won’t rejoice
But rather shut down
And my hands will keep
A maximum of three balls in the air
Throw me another
And I will drop them all

And the dust in the corner
It settles so quickly
It’s already midnight
Yet another day
And the dirt on the window
It gathers and gathers
It’s already winter
Yet another year

I know that it’s late
It’s not like I cannot read time
Just my inner clock
Runs at its own pace

I should have been here 15 minutes ago
I could have been here 15 years ago

And I know I could do so much more
Cause I know you do so much more
But I’m not you
I’m just not you
I’m not you

• Alternative
• Experimental folk
• Indie folk
• Indie rock
• Singer-Songwriter
• Berlin