Kahlenberg

You’re so fond of such big words as freedom
But they only mean you’re getting bored
As if I only had to snap my fingers
To make the empty spaces full

You are a mask for many faces
And all of them, strangers to me
Always so afraid of leaving traces
Someone else might see

Honey, who knows?
You still could be right
This part of the film
Is boring as f**k

Everyone’s found out
Who leaves in the end
Who gets the blame
Who gets away

Honey, who knows?

You won’t keep me waiting
For your touch
(X4)

For your touch
For your touch!

Honey, who knows?
You still could be right
This part of the film
Is boring as f**k

Everyone’s found out
Who leaves in the end
Who gets the blame
Who gets away

Honey, who knows?