Nothing but his

Wherever he goes he hears steps around him

In the streets, in cafés, even at home it seems

At noon, at midnight it can't be a dream

“I'm so tired to keep hearing those things”

“I keep hearing those things!”

Wherever he goes he wants to flee

To hidden places in the city

Poor guy, from noon to midnight

Doomed to hear those crazy things

Anytime, anywhere they keep following

Following & following him

Maybe that’s the girl he one night killed

No Chance! He moved away and left her in the attic

Maybe that’s his fate following closely

Whatever it is, he’s got to get rid of it!

Yesterday as he was chasing a cat

On a hot tin roof, sleepwalking,

Noises came back!

He went to see Herr Doktor in the morning

But in the waiting room didn't hear anything

Until the nurse said “Please come in...”

Maybe that’s the girl I one night kissed?

No chance!

Maybe that’s just fate following closely?

Whatever it is please Doktor, help me get rid of it!

It's following me

(Everywhere around...)

This is driving me mad

This is driving me nuts

This is dragging me down

Herr Doktor examined the body

Found nothing, gave him medicines

But no one heard anything.

The steps he always heard were in fact steps of his,

The steps he always heard were in fact steps of his,

As a matter of fact, those were steps of His.