Isn't the night black?
Isn't the ground cold?
But we're freezing together
Two skeletons rattling along
You are outside
I am outside
From disappointment and shame
A feeling of power crept up
They whisper: You are timeless
But they really mean outdated
Malice, which turns into the ultimate compliment
You said you wanted stolen black roses by your grave
A Fleur De Lise in gold on black next to your name
You are life
You are the long miles to Berlin
You are life
You are the long miles to Berlin
They could grow into something big
They can get the job done
Their assignment this year
Is to ignore everything we've said
We give up at last
We're abdicating
And the rotting begins
Just as we turn thirty seven
Darling i have never been able to teach you anything
At best i could contribute with a feeling
You carry a subtle scent of wet white roses, old soil
A Fleur De Lise in gold on black next to your name
You are life
You are the long miles to Berlin
You are life
You are a fight in the car towards Paris
You are life
You are the long miles to Berlin
You are life
You are a fight in the car towards Paris
You are life
You are the long miles to Berlin