With your pulled down hair
And your punched up lips and your city-mouse voice
I should have know that we´d get into this
If I didn´t watch the signals

And now you´re leaning in the door
With your fired up skin and you look up free and
Telling me I´m in for it if I can´t keep up

It´s only god or devil where you´re running
And I´m always getting caught in the middle
It´s so hard to be loved so little

Time to whip out the phone why are people still calling
Don´t they know that we are never gonna buy another batshit story
About their kids in the garden
Better bring your fear of flying and your legs up on the brink
To the top of the stairs because I don´t wanna have to

Come down again to find you lighting up

Its only god or the devil where your running
And I´m always getting caught in the middle
It´s so hard to be loved so little

Its only god or the devil where your running
And I´m always getting caught in the middle
It´s so hard to be loved so little
Its only god or the devil where your running
And I´m always getting caught in the middle
It´s so hard to be loved so little