Party's over, I'm alone again
everyone has to go one's ways
all these girls just disappear
they have never really shelter me
In the morning I'm floating home
a cool breeze in my tousled hair
this citys gentle overtone
really makes (it) up coming home
They always say: 'feel free'
but I don't feel this way
they keep on saying: 'feel free'
but I just don't feel this way
I wonder how it feels tonight
that growing distance inside (of me)
the light-house beam circles around
a citys pulse without a sound
Give me a hint, maybe a smile
why leaving has become as easy
as I never thought it might
this city's getting out of sight
They always say: 'feel free'
but I don't feel this way
they keep on saying: 'feel free'
but I just don't feel this way
You didn't even notice
that it's good-bye
it doesn't feel like that
it doesn't feel too bad...
They always say: 'feel free'
but I don't feel this way
they keep on saying: 'feel free'...
...in this city.