I smoke from my window's bed
under dams the traffic
two fat warms,brasses and meat
they creep fuming up and down
I snap the stub in the traffic jam
and close the window again
the noise of the city drowned in a glas
remaining you and I
And you are my cave
my health after the battle
it feeds my soul
through the dark night
I open for us a bottle of wine
longing after the red sea
the beaujolais sets up slowly
And after both
you fabricate gold straw
i only have ears for you
there's the land with the sun down
remaining you and I
And I'm your cave
your health after the battle
i feed your soul
through the dark night
Sometimes we are without breath
exausted, turned off
like the world we fall down
Do you help us, how do we make love?
the colourful film od the days rolls itself
like the cat rests
the pictures turn pale slowly
remaining you and I