Oregone Songtext
von Tim Cameron

Find yourself alone in Oregone
On another zero day
The clock won′t stop, the muscle never mends
And your friends are so far away

You frayed your rope above the white divide
Where the river roared like hell
Now you braid your hair at the bottom of the hill
Growing old in a grey motel

Oh, and one by one, the angels of this town
Flew their children to the sun
Still you rattle round like a pebble in a shoe
Wondering how you've been down so long

Only snow
Guess there′s no reception
Though that mirror shows
The death of your complexion
You've got seven bones
And absolutely nothing left to do


Out there, the fear
The creek that ever widens
As you strain to hear
The screaming of the sirens
Oh don't be naive
There′s nobody lost but you

So find yourself alone in Oregone
On another zero day
The clock won′t stop, the muscle never mends
And the end is so far away

Call your mum
Try to keep from crying
But there's something wrong
Best rehearse your lying
As you slowly sink
Drowning in the oldest tub in town

I should have known
I could never hack it
Have I lost my hope?
Or just forgot to pack it?
If your compass blows
There′s nowhere to go but down


So find yourself alone in Oregone
On another zero day
The clock won't stop, the muscle never mends
And this dream you fought so hard for
Has turned to your tormentor
And heaven seems so far away