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

I couldn't tell you dear, which one 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 ain't no right way to measure the globe...oh no.

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

And if the world end very soon,
And all accomplished is moot,
I'll coat the carpet in gasoline, our last match and leave,
Before the house is consumed.

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