Holy Shit

She doesn’t want us to see
She always knew that I would come back
It’s a matter of preparing
She still might have some memories

A good thought to hold on to
And then it might come to life
A new pretentious jargon
Of a weasel concept I tried – Well I tried to

Call this a good hurt
Holy shit

This is why I absolve my conscience
No one else understand my world
That’s why I’m feeling the slippage
I know there is something about to come – to come

Call this a good hurt
Holy shit

But now I say Ok anyway
Lying quietly on her clean bed
Faces turn into neutrality
Seeking to contain, seeking to control

_{(c) 1994 ARABELLA MV
music by: Jogwer
lyrics by: Jogwer
recordings: 1993 in London, England by Pink Turns Blue (Jogwer/Pavlou/Walter)
original release: studio-album ‘PERFECT SEX‘ (1994) by ROUGH TRADE REC.
SMT-Code: 041.000.000}