Texte - Anteater

I ask the time - it's half past eight
An hour later I ask once again
And guess the time - it's half past eight
Once again I forgot to change the batteries of the clock

A cup of coffee in my hand
An overpriced one with old milk
I taste the plastic of the tub
It got no lid and I smell the bitter brew of beans they sell

An endless line of ants
Cannot escape
The hungry anteater
Going it's way

A cigarette smoke filled small room
A big blue couch we're sitting on
You stroke my stomach and you smile
I guess the pillow is fine you're far away I am okay

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