Century
Isaac Eiger
Call me
You always want to know
I push my little pen around
You always want to know
Drive out
Sticky as a souvenir
You're always calling me
Tell me what I want to hear
Green grass was it ever so bad?
Green grass at the edge of my hand
Burned out
Drive against the winter sky
Have you got a century
To kill before your life arrives?
Green grass was it ever so bad?
Green grass at the edge of my hand
Green grass was it ever so bad?
Green grass you don't know me like that