Tekst:
Grand Duchy

Come on over to my house I'll make you buckets of tea Put your breath inside of me Come on over to my house Will you be wearing your plaid tie? You probably

Touch me with your finger and I'll show you how I will do our bidding while you sleep I will be your brother that you keep Hold me brother, hold me closer

Who the devil has that boy been calling? Hotel manager was such a sight Making moves with a plastic lover Runs about a thousand pounds a night Mr. Fickle

The sand, the wind My stars, I thought you'd never ask The tide is in A heart can only beat so fast Could you do better now? Les mers de moi, de vous

You can break the angels when they fall on you You can bone the bony when they call on you You can break the angels when they fall on you You can break

There is still hope for us. There is no reason to be afraid. This could be the grand finale. This could be my big escape. I had it all figured out then