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Sitting on a futon mat, in a in Darmstadt,
Kevin Seconds to me in passing,
"Age meant shit to me. It's all about heart and stupidity",
And I thought that there's no way to live.
We were on the stairs in Brno, she bit my lip and choked my throat,
And a hi-ball glass shattered our heads.
It seemed her lover listened through the walls, we were kissing, arm in arm,
I and spent the night alone instead.

I tell you dear, which one whispers in my ear, the Devil or St. Andrew...
But I know its to go.
I'm sure you got a great theory, if I'm hunting or its haunting me,
But i know there no right way to measure the globe...oh no.

I know you dream of, I dream of it too.
Of roads that are and rooms that are huge.
Are visions of heaven or nightmares I'm living?
All I know, is I'm scared of the truth

And if the could end very soon,
And all we've is moot,
I'll coat the carpet in gasoline, strike our match and leave,
the whole house is consumed.

So, cover my hand in tattoos.
I'll any woman that moves,
There's no to forgive me and physics is tricky,
So, all I'm left with is you.