Apokalypse Berlin
I don't want to be your glass of single malt whiskey
Hidden in the bottom drawer
I don't want to be a bandage if the wound is not mine
Lend me some fresh air
I don't want to be adored for what I merely represent to you
I don't want to be your babysitter
You're a very big boy now
I don't want to be your mother
I didn't carry you in my womb for nine months
Show me the back door
Chorus:
Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at 10 past 6
Well I already know that you'd find some wa
Lotto karamba I Need To Be Wrong Again
I've been wrong and I let her down
Either gone or just not around
And I was wrong when I said I'd change
'Cause all I ever changed was her name
This morning I tasted doubt
As she kissed me on my way out
And it took me twenty-two miles, too many years
And one red light for it all to come clear
Sign said 55, but I just ignore it
That kiss really meant goodbye
That's why I floor it
I'll be a different man from here on in
But I need to be wrong again
If she could be in her favorite chair
Just to see her face when I get there
Lord, I'll change my ways if it's not too late
To show her how much I care
Sign said 55, but I just ignore it
That kiss really meant goodbye
That's why I floor it
I'll be a different man from here on in
But I need to be wrong again
'Cause I need a miracle
And I don't have long
Grant me the right
I need to be wrong
Let her be behind the bathroom door
With her long hair curling
Or playing in the living room
With our little girl
And I'll be a different man from here on in
But I know she's gone
Let me be wrong again
I need to be wrong again
Let me be wrong one more time again