And when I get lost you seek me out
When I start to quarrel you touch my head
I question everything
anything but a word from you
When I stand hammered in the rain
you are the duty chemist's
You take me elegantly into a a new league
You make my head clear into a good state
Your beat is my pulse
your beat in my heart
your pulse in my finger tips
makes me confident
I'm half-baked and you're a plan
When I start to lie you touch my nose
I often got lost
half-baked with old monsters
You take me elegantly into a a new league
You make my head clear into a good state
Your beat is my pulse
your beat in my heart
your pulse in my finger tips
makes me confident