When we go home at night,
with our lips blue from red wine;
we share my big jacket up till the corner ahead.
The sky is dawn-red,
but you still don't want to sleep.
I pick up the old bicycle and
we travel to the harbour.
I'll leave the lights on for you
even if it's too bright for me,
I'll listen to the records with you
even if I don't like them.
I'm quiet on your behalf
when you're too loud,
and run to the kiosk
regardless of day and night.
I'll leave the lights on for you
even if it's too bright for me,
I'll watch bands that
I do not like.
I'll go with you to the worst tearjerkers,
it doesn't bother me
as long as you're there.
I'll immediately burn my favourite records for you,
and hitch-hike to Barcelona
if it's important to you.
The morning air is too cold
and I am slowly becoming hoarse,
I see only you in the tunnel-vision
and the city slowly dies away.
I'll leave the lights on for you
even if it's too bright for me,
I'll listen to the records with you
even if I don't like them.
When we go home at night,
with our lips blue from red wine;
we share my big jacket up till the corner ahead.
I'm quiet on your behalf
when you're too loud,
and run to the kiosk
regardless of day and night.
I'll leave the lights on for you
even if it's too bright for me,
I'll watch bands that
I do not like.
I'll go with you to the worst tearjerkers,
it doesn't bother me
as long as you're there.
I'll leave the lights on for you
even if it's too bright for me,
I'll listen to the records with you
even if I don't like them.
I'm quiet on your behalf
when you're too loud,
and run to the kiosk
regardless of day and night.
I'll leave the lights on for you
even if it's too bright for me,
I'll watch bands that
I do not like.
I'll go with you to the worst tearjerkers,
it doesn't bother me
as long as you're there.