Don't knock, don't ask
I said yes a long time ago
just show yourself, show God´s miracle
I've been waiting for you for a century
Basements, attics, apartments
I searched it all
and a cold coat of solitude costs me a lot
I love you for a century
My peers, they don´t seem getting old
they go in threes through life
and you travel, sometimes write, call me
remember the golden-haired
My peers, they don´t seem getting old
they go in threes through life
and you travel, sometimes write, call me
remember the golden-haired