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Sitting on a futon mat, in a in Darmstadt,
Seconds said to me in passing,
"Age never shit to me. It's all about heart and stupidity",
And I thought that no better way to live.
We were on the stairs in Brno, she bit my lip and choked my throat,
And a hi-ball glass above our heads.
It seemed her lover listened through the walls, while we kissing, arm in arm,
I and spent the night alone instead.

I couldn't tell you dear, which one whispers in my ear, the or St. Andrew...
But I its time to go.
I'm sure you got a theory, if I'm hunting something or its haunting me,
But i there ain't no right way to measure the globe...oh no.

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

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

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