Текст: Beatsteaks. Living Targets. God Knows.

My friend it feels right
it's got me and
it's ringing bright so clear
it's more fun lights on
don't you get me wrong
so neat and clean
i want to slip into a bigger dream
i saw a cat so real
no word can describe the wayi feel
look up it's still me
fucked up how i wanted to be so real
alright I'm gonna dance with a broken back
a role model and a bad disease
call me if you need it and i tell you how it feels
no doubt it's still weird
it's clear leave it up to you my dear
God knows what we're doing here