Sirens

Damn, this is bad - this is so bad

I get out of the crash thinking no one survived

Big eyes from the backseat

To my surprise I see all three alive

You're losing blood in the grass there

On the side of the road in your striped summer dress

The boy runs off to see you

I pick him up but he must've seen some of your legs

I swear dear, you'll be alright

Now don't you go out on me here

I swear I hear sirens come close

That means help is near

The autobahn is reflecting

Rotting fruit in at least 30 something degrees

Nothing but chaos

All these questions, ignorance

FUCK THE POLICE!

I swear dear, you'll be alright

Now don't you go out on me here

I swear I hear sirens come close

That means help is near

Now you listen to me

I will bring you back home

Will you listen to me

I will bring you back home

Home

Back from the car-dump

I sit down with the boy on the edge of the bed

In a hotel room near Munich

Remembering what I said