Tekstovi: Pinksnotred. Other. Counting Steps.

I?ve been messing around with the night
I return with a black eye on the right side of my face
This journey ends here, the street?s in silence
And the traffic lights are painting pictures into the fog

This city sleeps, but I?m awake, morning bells are promising danger
And I?m counting my steps on my way back home
This town?s asleep, but I?m awake, morning bells are promising danger
And I?m counting my steps on my way back home

Take a picture, took my time
I return with a fracture and a certain pressure on my spine
This journey ends here, the street?s in silence
And what?s left is a cigarette flavour
A waste of taste and a card of the pavior

This city sleeps, but I?m awake, morning bells are promising danger
And I?m counting my steps on my way back home
This city sleeps, but I?m awake, morning bells are promising new days
And I?m counting my steps, on my way back home

This city sleeps, but I?m awake, morning bells are promising new days
And I?m counting my steps, on my way back home
This town?s asleep, but I?m awake, morning bells are promising new days
And I?m counting my steps on my way back home