AT NIGHT YOU SING TO PARTS OF ME THAT I HAVEN’T EVER SEEN
I’ve got that far away sadness behind my eyes again / And I know you can see it, you can always look right in / I try to hold a smile as we roll on for miles / Playing songs for strangers in towns that aren’t ours / Let that old time music burn a hole in my chest / Burn a hole in my chest / See you laying in the grass in that thrift store dress / In that thrift store dress (Jeffrey Martin)
© This camera kills fascists, Berlin, 2022, Florian Fritsch
AT NIGHT YOU SING TO PARTS OF ME THAT I HAVEN’T EVER SEEN
I’ve got that far away sadness behind my eyes again / And I know you can see it, you can always look right in / I try to hold a smile as we roll on for miles / Playing songs for strangers in towns that aren’t ours / Let that old time music burn a hole in my chest / Burn a hole in my chest / See you laying in the grass in that thrift store dress / In that thrift store dress (Jeffrey Martin)
© This camera kills fascists, Berlin, 2022, Florian Fritsch