Lirieke: Bodi Bill. Next Time. I Like Holden Caulfield.

you fell right through the roof onto the foot side of my bed
but I never asked you to explain me that

your heart is like this of a girl from mars
while outside raging all thoese lovely stars

with you there?s no sand in these hourglasses
just palpitations splendour and sweet caresses

your heart
is like this
of a girl
from mars

there?s a door to my heart and it?s been there since you said: let?s start
if there?s a door to your heart, too, I?d say we rather stay in these parts

come shine your light onto these broken glasses
your escalator game I swear it fusses
with you there?s no holes in these?

you fell right through the roof onto the foot side of my bed
I swear I?ll never ask you to explain me that?

let?s just destroy thoese useless hourglasses
remembering the years without you I swear it fusses
with you there?s no looking back

there?s a door to your heart and it?s been there since you said: let?s start
if there?s a key to that door, too I guess we can find it in these parts