Come we'll burn the fucking bridges behind us
the only thing that bothers us should be mosquitos!
I'm a fucking loser, work on a drama,
the title is my 30s
written by Friedrich Kautz the new Nietsche
appeared out of the depth of his favorite couch
How I came from Cop killing to Bob Dylan?
I had to calm the damn chaos in my head.
An arrogant idiot, selfish and still
between mania, depression and dead zone
between megalomania and self doubt
between starred chefs, Yum-Yum-soups and corner pubs
The street has so many curves, I feel dizzy,
but I knew, someday I'll find you on it
My dear, come and hold me,
you have to see yourself through my eyes like in "Being John Malkovich"
Hook:
We want to fly, but we fall,
we have to try again and then try again
I mean, what could happen?
Except that we lose again and then lose again.
We want to fly, but we fall,
until we lay again in bed, I want to get space and time right
I mean, what could happen?
Except that we lose again.
What should the other lodgers think?
We're two outsourced psychiatry patients,
who think of quotes of the Beatles, fight like the Gallagher Brothers,
because our flight was the fast, we crashed right again, like the Challenger.
Fuck envy, when you push it,
then someday everything gets closed like a zipper
Many women want me, many men want you,
I'm surrounded by hyaenas, you're surrounded by jackals
I'm not Green Peace, sweetie, let us hunt the creatures
and then you make a roast and then we go to sleep
This is arrogance of the loved ones, who know, that everyone wants to steal their happiness
We live it, they're watching the movie
We have what we want, we have the secret formula
My heart is never drunk, even when my legs lurch
My Paracodin came to Berlin, you're my Budget-Queen
Hook:
We want to fly, but we fall,
we have to try again and then try again
I mean, what could happen?
Except that we lose again and then lose again.
We want to fly, but we fall,
until we lay again in bed, I want to get space and time right
I mean, what could happen?
Except that we lose again.
I've looked for you a long time, then I lost you
Curtains closed, Curtains open, then the play starts again
I like your pure sound, I like the small form
that you feel under the blanket, the curls behind your ears,
the eyes, that are so dark, the shadows on you collar bone
when you'll get old, let me be your crutch
I like your nails, even when you polish them bad
Please follow me through the hidden door, that we found
our little escape, you're my hope, you're my air
you're my true wonder, you're my addiction,
you're the metronome for the cadence in my chest
I see just two little lights burning in the darkness
my daughter and then you, I want to separate anymore
Okay, I pushed you away - I didn't lose you,
but a human without mistakes wasn't born yet.
Hook:
We want to fly, but we fall,
we have to try again and then try again
I mean, what could happen?
Except that we lose again and then lose again.
We want to fly, but we fall,
until we lay again in bed, I want to get space and time right
I mean, what could happen?
Except that we lose again.
Now when nothings right since I sent you away from me
my journey is an horror trip, where there's just night and no waking up in the morning
Messages like hot type, here every word weights
Sweetie, come to me, yes we have differences,
but I can't stop fighting for you
I'm not a chat window, don't klick me away
I'm not an inbound call, don't klick me away
Come, we'll burn the fucking bridges behind us
the only thing that bothers us should be mosquitos!