The Moon is setting behind the tennis hall
Come lie on the turf
Set on fire
Something into which you've put effort
And the Moon hides behind the tennis hall
Come lie on the turf
Set on fire
Something into which you've put effort
Take a step back, close your eyes
Close your eyes and then let go
When I count four three two one
Pick something dear to you
And then throw it out the window
When I count four three two one
The Moon is moving the sea towards us
Free yourself of its grasp, run
Set on fire
Something that you might miss
Take a step back, close your eyes
Close your eyes and then let go
When I count four three two one
Pick something dear to you
And then throw it out the window
When I count four three two one
Go take a picture of something beautiful
And then just delete it without looking at it
Let's try to learn to let go
To stop fervently yearning
You don't have to fear silence
Let's make a blood oath in reverse
Let's try to learn to let go
To forget someone you wish to