Drainpipes - Sophie Hunger
In the land with no drainpipes there's a girl
With a flute in her throat
She's only in bloom whispering
By the command of a ghost
She dares not to speak knowing that this would unfold
The lack of a voice genuinely hers all alone
In the land with no drainpipes again
They are switching their seats
A new order to what has bored them enough
Where's the news
So she sophie buys herself a skeleton
To simply believe
That there once was a shape underneath
Our infinite possibilities
Bring her snowstorms
Bring her back to the chain
Bring the dictator
Who is now sleeping in vain
Bring her snowstorms
Bring her back to the chain
Bring the dictator
Who is now sleeping in vain
Bring her snowstorms
Bring her back to the chain
Bring the dictator
Who is now sleeping in vain
