Damn, this is bad - this is so bad
I get out of the crash thinking no one survived
Big eyes from the backseat
To my surprise I see all three alive
You're losing blood in the gra** there
On the side of the road in your summer stripe dress
The boy runs off to see you
I pick him up, but he must've seen some of your legs
I swear dear, you'll be alright
Now don't you go out on me here
I swear I hear sirens come close
That means help is near
The autobahn is reflecting
Rotting fruit in at least 30 something degrees
Nothing but chaos
All these questions, ignorance
fu*k THE POLICE!
I swear dear, you'll be alright
Now don't you go out on me here
I swear I hear sirens come close
That means help is near
Now you listen to me
I will bring you back home
Will you listen to me
I will bring you back home
Home
Back from the car-dump
I sit down with the boy on the edge of the bed
In a hotel room near Munich
Remembering what I said