Sync Different

She can't stand the TV, yeah
('n) only wants to sing
Songs of her favourite band
She's waiting for the next gig
She needs to see the show
Just like a rose needs the rain

When the whole world is at play
They're all she wants to hear
To find her way back home

You, girl
Girl sittin' in the van
You're following the band
Rock'n'roll's your favourite game

She wanted it to be, yeah
Riding with the kings
Sometimes even touchin' hands
She's ready for the next gig
She won't change anything
and they will do it again


When the whole world is at play
They're all she wants to hear
To find her way back home

You, girl
Girl sittin' in the van
You're following the band
Rock'n'roll's your favourite game

Switchblade, Switchblade, my lovely friend.
I held you so close we two till the bitter end.
One pierce, one cut was one was one too much.
For you, my love: I offer my blood.
Pen knife, pen knife – c'mon All, cheer!
For the words we sing conjures tears.
One word. A mutter with such restrain.
For me, my love, scribe me your pain?
Stiletto, my stiletto!
Will I, may I? See you again tomorrow?
One on one – We two in your room.
For we need not be bride or groom.
One pierce, one cut was one too much.
For you, my love: I offer my blood.
My blood.
My blood.
My blood.