Flugmodus [English translation]

[Verse 1]

Permanent Jetlag

Never in brilliant form

[I'm] Living on the street like a Cadillac

[I] send you a photo, when I arrive, yeah, ah

I don't know, how many days of action it was, how long we were up for

I'm excited about the plane, just take off, touch down

I was away too long, we're not talking much right now

Each (of us) only a single word

[Refrain]

And everything's okay

All good, eyes closed, Flightmode on (Yeah)

Baby, I'm almost there

You're with me, I'm with you, come, let yourself fall

Fall backwards into the quicksand

No clouds, white bed

[I] Hold you tight, California Kingsize

You're with me, I'm with you, come, let yourself fall

We fall backwards into the quicksand

[Verse 2]

The lobby dobby (Ah), the room monotonous

The neon sign outside's holding a monologue

I need strength, [I] tape the smoke detector off

Thoughts loud, as if a stone crashed through the store window

I could snap (Snap)

But [I] must stay on course (Stay on course)

[I] Could bite through my phone (Bite through)

I'd love to be in your timezone, your timezone, yeah

[Pre-Refrain]

Black clouds, ice-blue swimming pool

I listen to your voice

[Refrain]

And everything's okay

All good, eyes closed, Flightmode on (Yeah)

Baby, I'm almost there

You're with me, I'm with you, come, let yourself fall

Fall backwards into the quicksand

No clouds, white bed

[I] Hold you tight, California Kingsize

You're with me, I'm with you, come, let yourself fall

We fall backwards into the quicksand

[Bridge]

Come, let's just secretly disappear

Lie somewhere, where no one'll find us (So far}

Without pressure like drawn sketches

And I'll count the days backwards

[Pre-refrain]

Candles throw shadows on the walls

Chandeliers above, [as] big as America

Black clouds, ice-blue swimming pool

I listen to your voice

[Refrain]

And everything's okay

All good, eyes closed, Flightmode on (Yeah)

Baby, I'm almost there

You're with me, I'm with you, come, let yourself fall

Fall backwards into the quicksand

No clouds, white bed

[I] Hold you tight, California Kingsize

You're with me, I'm with you, come, let yourself fall

We fall backwards into the quicksand