the morning and the msh doesn't leave the rush in your blood that wouldn't believe that we might be wrong and everything doesn't mean anything at all. I'II lend your hunger
Niemand kommt rein und setzt sich hin Den Fuss auf den Tisch, die Hand unters Kinn Niemand ist hungrig, mein Fruhstucksmenu Niemand kommt immer zu fruh
the air Fell in love right in the beginning I swear, I swear, I swear I collected the ghosts that would sleep in your hair and I stole all the words they hung
They said: "Lady or gentleman You're either or It's morning, it's evening It's once or it's more" What's that name? Eh. what's that name? What's my
eyes Caught in your Headlights I had so little time Caught in your Headlights I couldn't turn back I was never myself I was you I forgot (Merci a sophie