And we ran through the streets,
Putting on sunglasses
So that nobody would recognize us.
And we were in such a good mood.
And we repeatedly listened to
This Old Eagles Song,
"Hotel California".
And we dreamed we were there.
And I repeatedly see you
Through tinted Plexiglas.
The UV Filter did not work
Against that which was still remaining....
No matter how we manage things.
We have looked at each other just seconds too long.
Too late to still quickly pull in.
I was no longer able to prevent it.
And now it's too late anyway.
And nobody knows how that progresses here.
And we were like old friends.
We were equally so familiar to one another.
We had so much to say to one another.
Mostly quiet, sometimes loud.
In fact, we called each other "old buddies".
Yet nobody really believed that.
And suddenly we noticed, there is even more there.
And that shattered our nerves.
And I repeatedly see you
Through tinted Plexiglas.
The UV Filter did not work
Against that which was still remaining....