You are making your way through streets of dirty snow
the cold and darkness lets you stay awake
neon lights, you step in and get some drugs as always
throw it away straight after
you don’t smoke don’t even want to

It s the alltime malady of love that
makes you feel sick lets your engine not ignite
the whole day you ve been thinking of one thing

Beauty is a godess showing her genius everywhere around
her temples are her hands and hair and skin
feeling like a palmer glanzing with amazement at the holy shrine
but only from a far off distance
it beats you like a whip

the way is leading you back home – thanks so much you have one warm
which smells like childrens dreams of christmas all year long
however you don’t feel to smell it all again
it’s the alltime malady of love that strikes you much too strong
keeps you away, panging more and more
habit is it that you fear – a loss of new sensations

try to break that mortal distance!
let your gods be various – not one!
dive into this terrestrial undiscovered paradise of dye!

and after all when you emerge again
and for the first time ever you look back
when it s winter freezing cold
you will see your way of life has been always
paved with gold

[Sebastian Beck]