Out here, feeling the deaf
We never take too much, a bit but instinct
The wrong drugs at the right time
Shadow, where the light doesn't shine for a short time
Walking on side roads in the evening
Always water up to one's throat, rather wearing a rain jacket
Speechless, dancing instead of talking
Being tired of the city which never sleeps - Stay in motion
Do you hear the choir? Awry but nevertheless lovely
Heights a bit aside, we're used to depths
Bug-eyes between railways and allotments
Arm in arm singing about lifes which we will are never living
Like that thing is usual
Small-time crook confession while holding two fingers above the (christian) cross
We're legends, we ourselves
Together in the back of beyond
Welcome home
Where every day is made of waiting
And where the time apparently never elapses (elapses, elapses)
In this hinterland. Damn hinterland.
Where thoughts are blown away by the wind
And where the time apparently never elapses (elapses, elapses)
Beloved hinterland. Welcome in hinterland.
Always throwing stones - essential loud.
To be available for everything, to be hardly good for anything
In those hinterland impelled by child benefit
Where actions show more than words, is the silence itself
It is made quite clear to us
The empty glasses on the bar are best magnifiers to our lifes
Below the house of the street lights at 11 o'clock
Together in the back of beyond
Welcome home
Where every day is made of waiting
And where the time apparently never elapses (elapses, elapses)
In this hinterland. Damn hinterland.
Where thoughts are blown away by the wind
And where the time apparently never elapses (elapses, elapses)
Beloved hinterland. Welcome in hinterland.
Where every day is made of waiting
And where the time apparently never elapses (elapses, elapses)
In this hinterland. Damn hinterland.
Where thoughts are blown away by the wind
And where the time apparently never elapses (elapses, elapses)
Beloved hinterland. Welcome in hinterland.