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This is a song about how jet lag and alcohol help making friends. It is also a tribute to a fashion item, i.e. the belly shirt a.k.a. crop top.
lyrics
Lyrics go like this:
You took me to your room that night, hardly knowing where I've been
And in the morning light you figured out we could be friends
You held me close when I felt like an untouchable disgrace
My cold and shaky fingers, fumbling for your face
You stood strong when I went down, heard the lid closing on me
Your trumpet and your addict songs still ringing in my ears
Now, I remember your yellow top, I can't remember what it read
But the way you had it cropped, you said by now you would regret
And how you sat there in the sill, smoking your hand rolled cigarette,
Said you had business out of town, sending me home and back to bed
A soft voice speaking to me, it lifted me a while
So I could walk and follow you to an unmade domicile
Where you fed me tea and kisses, and we laid like two spoons
With hazy minds and short of sleep under a cloudy april moon
Now, I remember your yellow top, I can't remember what it read
But the way you had it cropped, merely covering your breasts
And how you sat there in the sill, smoking your hand rolled cigarette,
said you had business out of town, sending me home and back to bed
You asked what I would like to dream, I said a forest and a creek
And a sun that warmed the stones and leaves, where I lay my cheek
And you asked if you could be there too, and I said that's alright
And soon I fell asleep, I swear I didn't dream that night
Now, I remember your yellow top, I can't remember what it read
But the way you had it cropped, you said by now you would regret
And how you sat there in the sill, smoking your hand rolled cigarette,
You left for business out of town, so I went home and straight to bed
Where I remembered your yellow top, couldn't remember what it read
I liked the way you had it cropped, merely covering your breasts,
And how you sat there in the sill, smoking your hand rolled cigarette,
Oh, I guess, we could be friends, that said, ain't we friends yet?
credits
released November 12, 2014
Recorded by Markus Feußner
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