if i could know this
the way it´s going
then i would take it
to its end
i don´t believe this
ever changes
this trust in fortune
always fails
turning around
it goes up and down
it goes forwards, then backwards
just about to stand still
explanations
sweet conversations
empty words
and it almost kills me
now there´s no reason
for explanations
this gift of gab here
makes me sick
and there´s no other
to replace you
may i just be here
on my own
turning around…
and i´ve been telling you 1000 times
this will get us nowhere
still we fall into each others arms
and it tears us apart
