Refuge - Live

Here in the wreckage, the winter is hard
I sleep in the same clothes that I drag through the mud
And if you ask me, nothing's changed
There's nowhere else I can go, so I stay

We're writhing rats, we make beds in the straw
And then we build houses, paint our names on the door
And if you ask me again, "Is this life?"
Well, I don't see I have a choice, but I still smile

And bide my time

I who have nothing and nowhere to go
And as for the future, well, I really don't know
But if you ask me, I will nod
But if you ask me

Here I am

Here I am

My dear wife, and my children of God
The borders were already drawn for us
Hold on to life in this refuge of dirt
And search for a place you can breathe again

It's not a crime

I'd love to see you again sometime soon
But will you give back to me now what you stole?

Thank you, London
Thank you very much
Let's bring Ninet up again
Ninet, hun