Texty písní Bettie Serveert

Bettie Serveert

Semaphore

This day and age is sad galore

When even all my friends seem strange

If my words come out like semaphore

I only got myself to blame

Let's make it easier

It won't get easier

It never will

Stuck inside this rigid mood

Try to kill myself for good

Spare me your philosophy

You know only half of me

Let's make it easier

It won't get easier

It never will