Sung the last note,
The last chord faded away,
Wrote the last autograph,
Feel like I'm leftover.
I take the gown off in the dressing room,
The roadies push my piano
Out of the hall.
The applause and all the songs
Have faded away into nowhere.
Just a drop of white wine is left - not really cold anymore.
Ten past eleven - exactly like every night,
First all the lights and then the emptiness.
Ten past eleven - (and) I imagine
I would still be with you today.
Not celebrated, only cared for,
Not acclaimed, only loved,
And simply glad that you exist.
Waved the fans in front of the hotel,
Had a drink with the band,
I could have a night out,
To escape the loneliness.
Want to grab the phone but I don't call.
You have to get up in the morning, you're probably falling asleep right now.
There's a lot to talk about - About tonight and also about me,
I write a text message and send it to you.
Ten past twelve - exactly like every night,
First all the lights and then the emptiness.
Ten past eleven - (and) I imagine
I would still be with you today.
Not celebrated, only cared for,
Not acclaimed, only loved,
And simply glad that you exist.
I watch nonsense on the TV,
It rings and you are on the phone,
You say, you just woke up,
And you were thinking of me in your dream.
Ten past one - Maybe even ten past two...