Little things again and again
Ghostly affairs
Something causes me always sound sad
With the back against the wall
With the head on the rails
With the hedge trimmer in cross
Pogo dance* on land mines
But certainly not for money
And certainly not for love, too
And especially not for you
Maybe I'll do it for me
Again and again single steps
The vanishing point in your own center
From flashbacks to the here and now
It's too hard cuts
With the hands on the back
And the head in the sand
The blood in the wrong part of body
Simply run away
But certainly not for money
And certainly not for love, too
And especially not for you
Maybe I'll do it for me
It is so high
It is so high and below it shines
Below it shines so seductive
It is so high
It is so high and below it shines
Below it shines so seductive
But certainly not for money
And certainly not for love, too
And especially not for you
Maybe I'll do it for me
But certainly not for money
And certainly not for love, too
And especially not for you
Maybe I'll do it for me