Truce
Christopher Michael Taylor, Jakob Rabitsch
Nothing much left but to breathe
Turn off the light when you leave
Somehow, we've wasted too much time anyway
Nothing much left to say
Turn down the bed where you lay
We don't have that long to live anyway
Let's try some listening
Let's try to make some sense
Let's not be such a mess
Let's undress
Stop trying to build fences
Stop trying to make me shout
Stop making excuses
Let's hang out
Mmh
Ooh
Ooh
We can do this to the death
Strangle the life from our neck
You won't even cut the deck anyway
Mmh
Let's try some listening
Let's try to make some sense
Let's not be such a mess
Let's undress
Stop try to build fences
Stop trying to make me show
Stop making excuses
Let's hang out