Empty your room
Of teenage thoughts now
You said: Make your choice
Take an independent decision
I held a hand there
Against your warm skin
You said: Close your door
We have something to sort out
And you stood there with your knife
Beside your German car
You cut my cool life
To the pattern of a war
You stole my gaze
You went your own way
You said There are small tricks
That make people mean well
And the songs I have heard
And the films I saw
were the wildest things I have done
But nothing was as great
as when
You stood there with your knife
Beside your German car
You cut my cool life
To the pattern of a war