Off Screen - Christina Rosenvinge

And now the noise

Has stopped at once

He pays the check

She waits outside

They walk across the bridge

They share a cigarrette

Nothing is changed

But the circus is gone

Circus is gone

Circus is gone

Tigers cannot wait forever

Circus is gone stupid me

Thought I've come to know you better

Off there goes my raincoat

Words we cannot say

At the end of november

Such is the way

Hotel at night

They take a bath

Coming from the hallway

This noise again

Like liquid steel

Thes car he says

Is fading so fast

You're made of sand

Like dunes you grow at night

Down the street

We hear the kudamm bells

Kudamm bells

Kudamm bells

Hope I'll die in a foreign land

With foreign friends

Foreign friends

A bunch of daises

In my hands

Lost among the soldiers

Follow the parade

Every song gets forgotten

Such is the way

Hair skin a glass of gin

Thighs neck some kind of wreck

Zipper stitches

A floor that screeches

Close up of her pupil

Now a different room

Different room

Different room

Different voice

Real birds outside the window

Different moon piping noise

Not so bad as east berlin goes

Hands are on the table

Wounds get washed away

And as long as we want it

Such is the way