Here he goes again,
A thousand miles
Remembering him now
As I did then
A thousand miles.
Lost to nowhere,
A guest everywhere.
Footsteps descending creaking stairs,
Living life between two chairs.
Little does he know
Little does he expect
A long way gone from perfect,
Watching the past go up in smoke.
Feeling hot, feeling cold
Like a flower on a stone:
Ein Gast überall und nirgendwo.
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