Does the linden chime
Does the nightingale sing
I wouldn't want to be this weak and small
Dreams only come true in dreams
You're not real
I am not in a psychosis
I think I'm hearing shadows
I'm only seeing auditory illusions
Berries from the ground, I'm swallowing sand
And I'm ripping your body hair off the grate
Sometimes the other person is so mesmerizing
That you start to question your own existence
Sometimes the other person is so much there
That keeping it sanitary is not easy
I wish I was here
But this is someone else's dream
I wish I was here
But this is someone else's dream
I wish I was here
But this is someone else's dream
I wish I was here
But this is someone else's dream
Hey do you have time to forget
The atmosphere and the Earth
The stained sheets where we lay
The carbon compounds of which we consist
No one is anyone
No one can be taken with
The sound of a blackbird from the sewer
There, where they're still living yesterday
Hair back, on the floor drain
Memories are just electric shocks in the brain
The early earworm 'till the last note
The water walks on top of the antichrist
The past won't let me close
When at the same time the number of tomorrows is decreasing
The sound of a blackbird from a distance
It's singing all the way from last spring
I think it's only in your mind
Yet I'm still hearing the smell of grass
Sometimes the other person is so confusing
That you start to question your own existence
Sometimes the other person is so much there
That keeping yourself sane is not easy
Not easy
Not easy
I wish I was here
But this is someone else's dream
I wish I was here
But this is someone else's dream
I wish I was here
But this is someone else's dream
I wish I was here
But this is someone else's dream
Hey do you have time to forget
The atmosphere and the Earth
The stained sheets where we lay
The carbon compounds of which we consist
No one is anyone
No one can be taken with