Eternal Beat

Tired of the world that tilled us

reaching for the end of the day

tired of the wind that chased us

it ‘s gonna blow anything away

with a hunger for something

that you cannot eat

all what’s left is moving

to the eternal beat

Move body to body

and skin to skin

lust flashes like a thousand spokes

in the corridors that I’m living in

with a hunger for something...........

Small roads lead to my privat hell

to the centre of confusion

living rooms can turn to waiting halls

beware the next illusion