The next round is on me, raise your glasses
We trink to the friends, life and death
And the girls anyway, just so, apropos,
sometimes I ask myself, what you're probably doing right now
Well, not that it bothers me
By now I'm steady (really now)
If I count the days since you're gone?
Of course, as if I would have 412 days nothing better to do
But the deeper the night, the better the idea, I'm a genius
And I know it's pretty late, baby
But better too late than never
Whenever I'm blue, I think back
I tumble home and then I think about you
And whenever I'm blue, I call you
I try to tell you what I can't tell you otherwise
The night is over, my mind is clear again
What remains are the messages on your mailbox
on which I tell you something a few minutes (all clear)
Last night it was a great idea
And I never talk about you, at least most of the time,
even if my friends deny it
It's saturday, we walk through the bars
and I don't call you in no case, but maybe I should write you
But the deeper the night, the better the idea, I'm a genius
And I know it's pretty late, baby
But better too late than never
Whenever I'm blue, I think back
I tumble home and then I think about you
And whenever I'm blue, I call you
I try to tell you what I can't tell you otherwise
But the deeper the night, the better the idea, I'm a genius
And I know it's pretty late, baby
But better too late than never
But the deeper the night, the better the idea, I'm a genius
And I know it's pretty late, baby
But better too late than never
Whenever I'm blue, I think back
I tumble home and then I think about you
And whenever I'm blue, I call you
It's 4am, why don't you answer the phone?
Whenever I'm blue, I think back
I don't manage to get home, I'm laying in the bush
And whenever I'm blue, I call you
As long as I still can remember my PIN,
still remember my PIN