This city is still alive,
often already dead.
Asphalt white stripes
in the headlights.
We are chasing shadows,
it is already dawn.
The wind is blowing your hair into your face.
This night is history,
let's write it.
Ratio was yesterday,
we didn't know each other.
The one Mind switches off,
we let ourselves drift.
Who wants to know what tomorrow will bring?
Whatever you want to tell me:
Let it be.
Every word would be too much here.
Don't destroy this moment.
Free yourself from it.
We're not there yet.
Who knows how long we'll have stays.
Use the time!
Come and escape with me.
Whatever your mother says:
She's right!
I'm bad,
but not to you.
On the run from the truth
we breathe dreams.
Driven by longing,
washed by the spray.
Salt on the skin ,
the scent of nearby trees.
A beacon lights up and goes out.
This night lasts forever,
only and precious.
Stranded in the now,
/>That you'll never forget.
Years passed,
I'm looking for freedom.
Could I know
It was you?

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