come and sit with me on the beach
we’re free to do what we please
can’t you see, it’s not hard to be here
roaming around, look what we’ve found
coming down, hitting the ground
you said I don’t bother talking frankly
and you can’t say that you miss me
can’t we deal with this like grown-ups do?
spinning wild, I’m perceiving
running far, to where are we leaving?
(written by George Schröder & Franco Fichtner)
remember when she used to say
“I want life to go this way”
but never realized that
she was just floating around
and now that those times are gone
don’t dare to point out she was wrong
because it’s the one thing that’s
kept her from falling apart
you cleaned up and missed a spot
the greener grass there seems to rot
and since when do you care that much?
if things had been worked out
I wouldn’t want them
if life had been what you thought
you shouldn’t need it
not being attached isn’t so bad
a different path can always come up
but what’s facing fear compared to that?
if things had been worn out
I wouldn’t try them
if life had been what they taught
you couldn’t feel it
(written by Franco Fichtner, Alexander Scholz & Mario Winkelmann)
prevention of
surveiling nations
find the terror with
no room for error
take of your clothes
they know you anway
keep your hands clean
they know you don’t want to
greedy fingers
grasping at straws
slipping away
justice for all
take of your clothes
they know you anway
keep your hands clean
they know you don’t want to
clocks ticking
plots thickening
collaborate will
flaky reasons still
slushy words escape his pen
while the dicitionary feels bent
one more verse that sounds like
it could have been from anywhere
(but the fans don’t care)
in his world it rains again
‘memories stain’, yes, we all know that now
a smooth rhyme can patch up
almost every weak line
(and the fans won’t mind)
hey you, there, at the top
maybe you should drop it
or try a little bit harder
waking up on a wet day
she’s up watching the rain
and she asks me if I had
another nightmare in her bed
while she smiles and takes my hand
to make me understand
that we’re better together
than never alone
it’s better late than never
giving it up, and she never called
giving it up, and she never falls for
I heard me singing my sleep
giving it up, and she only lied
giving it up, and she never tries to
hear me, I’m crying in the night
it’s alright
let these tears flow in vain
just by margin I lost the game
so I pray
that we’ll all get along
and that nothing’s truly wrong