You're walking on my skin,
baby, feels like honey.
You're walking on my skin,
sweet, sweet honey.
You're walking on my skin ,
baby, feels like honey.
You're walking on my skin.
Sweet, sweet honey,
don't you think its funny.
Talk about the pain
and you talk about the money.
Sweet, sweet honey,
don't you think its funny.
Talk about the pain,, on a starry night,< br/>on very quiet feet -
with a great load of stars -
you stole away.
I call into the wind -
and it becomes completely clear to me -
/>what your reasons are -
what your drive was.
Through time and space we never thought
and so we woke up outside.
I'm ready for you to resist -
I'm ready to finally go away.
You're walking on my skin,
baby, feels like honey.
You're walking on my skin,
sweet, sweet honey.
You're walking on my skin
baby, feels like honey.
You're walking on my skin.
Sweet, sweet honey,
don't you think its funny.
Talk about the pain
and you talk about the money.
Sweet, sweet honey,
don't you think its funny.
Talk about the pain, a harmony was never really there,
notice that so much was a lie.
Fantasy has replaced everyday life,
we often squeezed ourselves between bars.
Your dream made of foam -
the soap bubble bursts

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