They've already told me a lot about America
in an old dream shop.
There money buys you a house,
maybe a dog,
in the end a family.
So I pack and fly until America.
Let go of truth, at least a comfort
there happiness flows with the water,
moves the dollar, seduces you*
And each time I get comfortable
you always lead me to the edge.
I close my eyes,
I waited for you two thousand years,
for America of light,
for America of gold**
I sail in a taxi in a America,
on the radio a seductive girl sings.
She'll make eyes at us,
tomorrow we'll make her a protest symbol.
And I am in between the towers of America,
She*** reminds me a bit of an old story
about people who climbed up until the sky.
Today they are fighting over a piece of land.
And each time I get comfortable
you always lead me to the edge.
I close my eyes,
I waited for you two thousand years,
for America of light,
for America of gold.**
Each time I get comfortable-
You're not true love but you are a stormy night.
I close my eyes,
I waited for you two thousand years,
for America of light,
for America of gold.**