Gasbags from Sundae by HATTLER

There’s nothing in the way you walk
There’s nothing in the way you talk
There’s nothing in the way you move
And if you’d beat a drum you’d kill the groove
But to be true – don’t wanna be without you

You always finished up your daily bread
But never ever bought sore words of missing
You were taught to always hide your soul like unsung songs
Looks like someone caged your wisdom
To make the gasbags rising high to keep you low – so low

There’s nothing in the way you walk
There’s nothing in the way you talk
There’s nothing in the way you move
And if you’d beat a drum you’d kill the groove
But to be true - there’s no one like you

You always finished up your daily bread
But never ever bought sore words of missing
You were taught to always hide your soul like unsung songs
Looks like someone caged your wisdom
To make the gasbags rising high to keep you low – so low

You always finished up your daily bread
But never ever bought sore words of missing
You were taught to always hide your soul like unsung songs
Looks like someone caged your wisdom
To make the gasbags rising high to keep you down - way down

• Pop
• Rock
• adult pop
• nu-jazz
• Ulm