Liebe

Liebe ist nicht umklammern,
bis man keine Luft mehr kriegt.
Liebe ist umarmen,
bis man wieder frei atmen kann

Novel hero

Tip tap do you hear the steps
coming closer up to you?
Is it me,
is it a thief,
is it a nightmare,
is it just you?
Is it a flowing tree, is it a simple man
Taking a walk, with his dog
On his way back home

There’s someone next to you, so jealous they’d all be
She maybe sweet,
she maybe tall,
But you deserve the best from me
You’ll find out, who’s the one who robbed the bank at night
You’ll find out who’s to blame
For a crash of neighbour’s limousine

You have no family problems, You are the perfect man
There’s nothing you would have to fear,
Cause everybody loves you, dear.
You have a normal job and normal is you live
In fact you are
The creeping bore
And I know who’s to blame for


You are my Novel hero
You do what I want you to
When I write “Kept standing”
You can’t walk on until
I want you to