Of course the night is black
Of course the ground is cold
But we freeze together
Two skeletons shaking in sync
You stand outside
I stand outside
Out of disappointment, shame
Came slowly a feeling of power
They whisper: You are timeless, but they mean non-modern
A meanness that is the ultimate compliment
You said that you want stolen, black roses on 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 can be something big
They can get the job done
Their resolution this year
Is to put down everything we said
We finally give up
We abdicate now
And the decomposition
Begins as soon as we turn 37
Darling I have never been able to teach you anything
In the best case I can contribute with a feeling
You smell faintly of wet, white roses, old earth
A Fleur de Lise in gold on black next to your name
You are life
You are those long miles to Berlin
You are life
You are a fight in the car to Paris
You are life
You are those long miles to Berlin
In my life
You were a fight in the car to Paris
You are life
You are those long miles to Berlin