Depression Tourist Songtext
von I Break Horses

You dream about making love
Against the wall
But there′s never really room to make
Love at all


We hold on to our dreams
Our broken dreams
To keep our promises
At heart, we're a broken team

I′m rushing with your blood
To temper your obsession
But in the end, I'm just
A tourist in your depression

You dream about making war
Against the world
There's never really love enough