normalean

Danke an Sascha, der den Text für mich überarbeitet hat…

Again, the same old story
’bout me driving my car
There are no stars
They’re swept away by daylight
100 degrees
I am not afraid
what is there to be afraid of?

I’m laughing all internal
but laughing very loudly
so if you listen you can hear me
although the volume’s to the max
and the noise of the rain on the car’s top
and the stars won’t shine

Still driving on route no.5
leading straight to your door
You won’t open, that’s nothing new
but every chance is unexpected
And every change a new chance

and I love the sound
the sound of my windscreen wipers
wiping away my tears

where is the end of me?
There’s no tunnel, there’s no light
no hints, no tricks, just me
no one advising me what to do
and I’ll try to turn the volume up