I want to cut in red
Without a roof
Blood red
Goes so fast
My lipstick runs
Down river

Instead I stay a while longer
I feel so restricted
I know too much
I'm so affected
The winding hours
Belong to strangers
This low
This low
Oh, count the days and mountains
That you're wasting lazily around abandoned

Mind your head, you‘re so cut off
I see the sea the scene is running free – You don't know that
You sang this whole evening
I believed in this song
Oh, this song is like a breeze is coming

I want to be in your bed
Against your skin
Where sun spills and move like currents and wild storms down rivers
Oh, count the days and mountains
That you're wasting lazily around abandoned
Oh oh

Mind your head, you're so cut up
I see the scene is running free - you don't know that
You sang this whole evening
I believed in this song
Oh, this song is like a breeze is coming

Candles burn and golden plates
You're the oil I'm the flame
I'm alive and night coarse
Stars align, my mind roars…
Oh, Oh…