I wanted it, you wanted it
we both wanted it all
but without stress
& now after this short night
I have nonetheless stressed myself again
I ask myself from early until late
whether you perhaps feel the same
& whether you are also so sad
or whether you aren't perhaps tonight
already kissing another
I've lost your number
I'll never forgive myself
I try to remember
but it won't come into my head anymore
wie konnte mir das nur passier'n
Wenn ich dich jemals wieder finde,
will ich dich nie mehr verlier'n
Now I call up the radio
& ask, whether anyone there can help me
they broadcast my cry for help
right after the advert before the news at two
Come on, get in touch – I wait
I sit here alone at home by the phone
& think that you hopefully
are just on the same wave as I
You wrote it on a small piece of paper
It was only one night, I thought -
I didn't want to fall in love
The clockhands ought to run backwards
but time remains stubborn
what was your number...