Hundemüde
Irgendwas zwischen Herzrasen und Herzflattern
zu heiß hier drinnen
Millionen Ameisen in meinen Adern
Die rechte Niere tut weh.
Mir ist schlecht.
Ich will schlafen.
Hin und her wälzen.
Learning to fly.
Irgendwann möchte ich paragliden.
Hey you, out there in the cold
Getting lonely, getting old
Can you feel me?
Hey you, standing in the aisles
With itchy feet and fading smiles
Can you feel me?
Hey you, dont help them to bury the light
Don't give in without a fight.
Getting lonely, getting old
Can you feel me?
Hey you, standing in the aisles
With itchy feet and fading smiles
Can you feel me?
Hey you, dont help them to bury the light
Don't give in without a fight.
Hey you, out there on your own Sitting naked by the phone
Would you touch me?
Hey you, with you ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out
Would you touch me?
Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone?
Open your heart, I'm coming home.
Would you touch me?
Hey you, with you ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out
Would you touch me?
Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone?
Open your heart, I'm coming home.
But it was only fantasy.
The wall was too high,
As you can see.
No matter how he tried,
He could not break free.
And the worms ate into his brain.
The wall was too high,
As you can see.
No matter how he tried,
He could not break free.
And the worms ate into his brain.
Hey you, out there on the road
always doing what you're told,
Can you help me?
Hey you, out there beyond the wall,
Breaking bottles in the hall,
Can you help me?
Hey you, don't tell me there's no hope at all
Together we stand, divided we fall.
always doing what you're told,
Can you help me?
Hey you, out there beyond the wall,
Breaking bottles in the hall,
Can you help me?
Hey you, don't tell me there's no hope at all
Together we stand, divided we fall.
Komische Reise, auf der ich mich befinde.
Dabei geht es mir alles andere als gut.
Aber untergegangen bin ich bis jetzt auch nicht.
Wo mag die Reise hinführen.
Ich hänge an Schnüren, wie eine Marionette.
Nur wer hat die Schnüre in der Hand?
Ich kann es nicht sehen.
Irgendwo über diesem unendlichen Wolkenmeer.
Dabei schleudert mich der Wind mal frontal gegen einen Felsen,
mal macht er kurz vorher halt und ich segle in einer Nussschale
auf dem Meer.
Aufgepeitscht vom Wind
Dann wieder fliege ich fast frei wie ein Vogel.
Ich sitze in einem Ruderboot und versuche,
irgendwohin.
Der Anker ist so schwer, dass ich ihn nicht lösen kann.
Ich komme nicht vom Fleck.