A white wooden chair
The bright curtain pets hardwood floors
A range of stains and the upholstery softly shines
The rug goes all crazy
On the silent walls
A wide crack beneath the crooked door
A burnt-down fair candle
Resting its neck on
The crammed ashtray
Carpets allow no good feelings
Carved into a warmer touch
Of still belonging
The wind hits the windowpane
Up and against, stop
A moonshine jar, a coffee mug
Whisper good night once more
A family portrait with fingerprints
And his enlistment papers
Powder coats the stove
With a bold melon paint
Turning a practical into a focal point
An old trunk that once belonged to the front yard
Welcomes guests, with the finest rust antique art
The unborn idea of cleaning out dead flies
The oil lamp out long enough on top of the tablecloth
Letters that say no words, white cabinets, glossy penny tiles and black cigarettes
'In' in washed-out blue letters on a board on a shelf
The crust on the engravings on the edge of a switchblade
A moonshine jar, a coffee mug
Whisper good night once more
A family portrait with fingerprints
And his enlistment papers
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A white wooden chair
The bright curtain pets hardwood floors
A range of stains and the upholstery softly shines
The rug goes all crazy
On the silent walls
A wide crack beneath the crooked door
A burnt-down fair candle
Resting its neck on
The crammed ashtray
Carpets allow no good feelings
Carved into a warmer touch
Of still belonging
The wind hits the windowpane
Up and against, stop
A moonshine jar, a coffee mug
Whisper good night once more
A family portrait with fingerprints
And his enlistment papers
Powder coats the stove
With a bold melon paint
Turning a practical into a focal point
An old trunk that once belonged to the front yard
Welcomes guests, with the finest rust antique art
The unborn idea of cleaning out dead flies
The oil lamp out long enough on top of the tablecloth
Letters that say no words, white cabinets, glossy penny tiles and black cigarettes
'In' in washed-out blue letters on a board on a shelf
The crust on the engravings on the edge of a switchblade
A moonshine jar, a coffee mug
Whisper good night once more
A family portrait with fingerprints
And his enlistment papers
The bright curtain pets hardwood floors
A range of stains and the upholstery softly shines
The rug goes all crazy
On the silent walls
A wide crack beneath the crooked door
A burnt-down fair candle
Resting its neck on
The crammed ashtray
Carpets allow no good feelings
Carved into a warmer touch
Of still belonging
The wind hits the windowpane
Up and against, stop
A moonshine jar, a coffee mug
Whisper good night once more
A family portrait with fingerprints
And his enlistment papers
Powder coats the stove
With a bold melon paint
Turning a practical into a focal point
An old trunk that once belonged to the front yard
Welcomes guests, with the finest rust antique art
The unborn idea of cleaning out dead flies
The oil lamp out long enough on top of the tablecloth
Letters that say no words, white cabinets, glossy penny tiles and black cigarettes
'In' in washed-out blue letters on a board on a shelf
The crust on the engravings on the edge of a switchblade
A moonshine jar, a coffee mug
Whisper good night once more
A family portrait with fingerprints
And his enlistment papers
Writer: Raimund Hornich, Reinhard Fischer
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid