The sun drops from the sky
And I cut the time into pieces
I have more than often
Tried to kiss you goodbye
You swear there'd be fireworks and violins
And what remains is cold smoke
But I do not seem to understand
And I am still waiting here
I throw many words
At you
But no matter how much I throw
You stay silent
And leave me to stew
I can jump about
I can struggle
And be on the move all day
But your cold shoulder
Lets my blood freeze inside of me
Your feeling has bound me
In our first night
The feeling is gone
The boundaries not - who would have thought this?
Who would have thought this?
Who would have thought this?
Who would have thought this?
Who would have thought this?
Every ever so short look from you
Give me a punch
But I got locked on you
And now I can't leave you behind
No trace left of the fire
For which I fell someday
You let everything take its course
And send Amor to his exile