as perfect strangers
All over the world
the time is the same the time
when we´re changing
New ways to find
old ones to blame
just save a smoke for the morning
I could cry, cry for the Savior
for I hope every evening t
hat my flame sleeps away
and the whole wide world
is an ashtray for me in the morning
As perfect strangers
I wear down the world
meeting bad angels
down on the earth
Under the sky the scene is the same
we sin & then comes the praying
Wounded girls wounded games
they try to keep on playing
I had a tale & I had a partner
but now they are gone with the night train
There must be a wind up or down under
that shows me the right way
As perfect strangers
I wear down the world
meeting bad angels
down on the earth
Fellows, it seems I am losing the flame
and running out of dreams
with the morning train
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