In A Nutshell Disarmed
This rubber town won't let us breathe, this rubber town
We're too disarmed to disappear, we're too disarmed
Chorus:
So cover me with ceiling
And smother me with otherness of mouth
Their outsides, their tiny nests, their destinies
Your lungs are mine behind the window pane
Your lungs are mine, are mine behind the window pane
Here we're caught between two coffee cups
We suffocate and nothing would ever release us
