[Verse 1:]
One morning you woke up in a foreign country
Woke up. Your hands
Still shaking, you listen to yourself
But that will only be the beginning
[Verse 2:]
You don't know what's wrong with you rode
Into this dead coastal city
Scattered around you are your papers
Mussels and shellfish
[Verse 3:]
You feel the poisons in your system
Just want to get through the evening
There are holes under your skin
You are made of sponge
[Chorus]
From your abode in the depths
You write yours Friends' letters
They read every line
In their desert of boredom
Ah-ah-aah
Ah-ah-aah
Ah-ah-aah
[Verse 4:]
You write, you learned to dance your hate
In the school of extravagances
And you wrote the diploma thesis
On sensitivity
[Verse 5:]
Because the objects oppose each other
You search in vain in familiar places
You are still shaking and listening to yourself
What could the event be?
[Chorus]
From your abode in the depths
Are you writing letters to your friends
They read every line
In the oasis of boredom
[ Verse 5:]
Now that this day is coming to an end
Do you notice how the wind is turning
You are still trembling and listening to yourself
Love becomes the event be
Ah-ah-aah
Ah-ah-aah
Ah-ah-aah
Ah-ah-aah
Ah-ah-aah
Ah-ah-aah
Ah-ah-aah

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