In the street in front of my house there are still traces of the donuts
in your favourite coat you felt like Humphrey Bogart
you screwed up, you dived, you were a submarine for a month
we once listened to Group Home in the Loop dead in Verona
we made plans that were huge
we lived in the night, we were clinically dead during the day
we repeated that, it was too much for me at some point
you are still at the party, you never left
you are still drinking for three without paying a cent
your phone number is dead, probably your cell phone is broken again
new doors appeared, just because you saw them
and you already had the keys for them
or you knew the bouncer, and brought uns in
you saw the may and finally the yes behind the no
we came as a nobody, we were never on the list
we went as VIPS and left history
When I'm standing in our street, I feel you
Even your end was just a new door for you
i thank you for the hours we had
you burned at night, during the day you were a shadow
When I'm standing in our street, I feel you
Even your end was just a new door for you
i thank you for the hours we had
you burned at night, during the day you were a shadow
I still live in this city with all of our places
your name is everywhere, how could I forget you?
i'm in the open-late store on an evening for booze
I see you running around the corner - just missed you
i'm running after you, but your ten steps ahead of me
and i give up under an indifferent moon
your life was a firework with flowers made of light
passing too quickly, but incredibly bright
everyone who knew you, still has a piece of you
sometimes we meet, otherwise we would become insane
everyone brings their puzzle piece and we put them togteher
then it's like you're just next door for a moment
you are not the first of friends who left
i look into the red light, that shine in the wind
and I pray that the pulse of us is still beating
when a new light comes over us tomorrow
When I'm standing in our street, I feel you
Even your end was just a new door for you
i thank you for the hours we had
you burned at night, during the day you were a shadow
When I'm standing in our street, I feel you
Even your end was just a new door for you
i thank you for the hours we had
you burned at night, during the day you were a shadow
There are about a thousand people at the cemetry
and you meant something to each of them
everybody here would say that you were different from others
always 200 per cent, as long as you were known
i keep the last one of your cigaretts
our old chat history is still on my phone
we'll talk the next time, i have to tell you so muss
I can't wait to see you again, soon.