Songtext:
fell back to the real world, 9:20 on a saturday Köln Webauftritt so it seems it's you and I in harm's familiar way walk out on the front porch, no nothing's gonna keep us in we're making it up again
smell the basil growing and diesel from the german car get out on the highway, we can wonder where we are but nothing's really broken, I'm banking on the deep within and making it up again
look out any window over any city street pick up innuendoes from the strangers that you meet work out every rhythm from the voices down the phone they call the freedom freedom 'cause they're never free to go
look out any window on a long forgotten town waiting on the moon's glow and a high and lonesome sound locked into their houses, they will always be alone just calling freedom freedom 'cause they're never free to go
Natalie, you're changing; I see it in your pretty face so it seems your porcelain is softening to clay I know what your doing, I love you because you don't give in you're making it up again
