You think I'm a falcon
Soaring above
An open book - a clear-cut case
The one you're witnessing right now1
Solid as a rock2
Always giving ear to you
A party on a weekday
Your "don't you have any plans for tonight either"
You think I've grown immune
Fortified against your karma
And that you're like a sister to me
You're so wrong
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[Chorus]
You don't know this guy
Who's laying awake at night
Making heads or tails
Of every word you say3
Every one of his plans only has
Your heart in its sights
What do you know about me anyway?
You don't see any of those tears
Don't see the sad look saying good-bye
On the stairs, suppressed by his pride
Nor how long he remains standing
Outside your door
What do you know about me anyway?
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My head is an island
No dream can escape from
Even the slightest touch from you
Hits it like a tsunami
I'm drowning in your eyes
Into which I'm staring incessantly
Thirstily hanging on every word you say
So close to a solution
You think there's no fire burning
Behind my pokerface
And that you know me inside and out
Well, you don't
[Chorus (2x)]
What do you know about me anyway?
1. Or, more figuratively, "(You think) the way I'm acting right now is how I really am".2. Lit. "a reef in your surf", referencing an idiom.3. A pun in the original German where the idiom literally means "to make a rhyme", so the literal translation is "Making a rhyme of every word you say".