Take my heart in your hands and tell me what you see
I pretend I understand that you keep flying
I look for reasons everywhere, I'd like to find none
What for, what for, what for?
Put your fear in my hands and I'll carry it away for you
And run with it to the end of the world to bury it there
And then we can keep flying, no longer have to bend
What for, what for, what for?
Take my head in your hands, I can barely hold it
I see no end anywhere, everything's the same now
Or does it start all over again, and if not what would happen then?
And what for, what for, what for?
What do, what do, what do we have to do with all the colorful life
And all the hours that one doesn't forget?
Why, why, why tear everything up
If I know for sure
That my heart's in good hands with you?
And I hear all the stories and I hope they're not true
You say there's nothing to tell, again and again, that was clear
I just keep singing songs, maybe you'll want me again then
What for, what for, what for?
Take my heart in your hands, you think I'm just kidding
As security you demand pledges, yet you have the heart
You look at me with so many questions like I could tell you:
What for, what for, what for?
What do, what do, what do we have to do with all the colorful life
And all the hours that one doesn't forget?
Why, why, why tear everything up
If I know for sure
That my heart's in good hands with you?
Take my heart in your hands
Let it grow and thrive
It's a book, has many volumes
Some whisper, some scream
And the head's a balloon
Filled with hot air and flies away
What for, what for, what for?