Our gazes get mixed up, a little bit embarrassed, clumsy
Two glasses on the floor, the sheets smell like old tobacco
While putting on his jacket he kisses me a last time
My mouth said "Hello" to him, my heart told him "Don't leave"
He won't hear me say it, but i would like him to stay
Does he really have to go? Or does he look like he's fleeing that day?
He's fleeing, he's fleeing, he's fleeing
And life takes its course, every tomorrow has its story
The shortest way, going home before it's too late
And life takes its course, every tomorrow has its story
The shortest way, going home before it's too late
Sitting on my couch, gnawing on my fingers
And from being so pessimistic I get dark rings under my eyes (1)
In my head a scene plays out like at the movies
I'm trying to understand the how and why
He won't come back to tell me that he regretts his doing
Are all the wrongdoings coming back to him?
Or is it me who searches trouble?
Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble
And life takes its course, every tomorrow has its story
The shortest way, going home before it's too late
And life takes its course, every tomorrow has its story
The shortest way, going home before it's too late
Trouble
And life takes its course (trouble), every tomorrow has its story
The shortest way (trouble), going home before it's too late
And life takes its course, every tomorrow has its story
The shortest way, going home before it's too late