Hermannstraße 30

This winter felt like a shelter thanks to the time we spent together
Cops proudly marching around but purpose is still to be found
Day long conversations about our recent revelations
I'd love to hear what you read, wait for me I'm still in my bed

Third weekend at our place, I'm losing track of time and space
I guess I could stay forever, I'd just love to get old here together
The bell keeps ringing all night: "Welcome, third floor, second door!"
Just bring anyone my friend

I got a phone call from pa, he always calls me from the car
He tells me he's doing fine, I hope there's nothing to read between the lines
I guess that he's been better, but with mom they are still together
And that's become quite rare...

And I need some touch, no longer shy to ask
But nobody seems to care
So I lay down right in my bed, tangled up in double blankets
To feel something between my arms
And I whisper til later my friend...