Watchpost Songtext
von Dead Mechanical

You can′t be sure it's not a test
Staring at a kite high in the air
You think you just might make a break
As the glass string slides across your hands
And we′re all waiting here
We're all waiting here for something
You hear the sounds of ghetto birds
Siren songs and blue street corner lights
The watchposts, manned by silent ghosts
Chase away the traffic for a while
And we're all waiting here
We′re all waiting here for something
We all set up shop
Just a couple blocks away
We′re all keeping occupied at night
And we'll try another time
When the breezes blow just right
When the city finally starts to breathe


The harbor wind is bound to turn
We′ll just have to wait and see
You think you just might see her face
Staring out on Frederick Ave at night
But she's dreaming, trying to form the shapes
Of Baltimore, 1955
And we′re all waiting here
We're all waiting here for something
The pressboard went up fast
Only decay lasts around here
We′re all keeping occupied at night
And we'll try another time
When the breezes blow just right
When the city finally starts to breathe
The harbor wind is bound to turn
We'll just have to wait and see
You′re up now
You′re up now