Hold Me Geneva

There's a straight road through the heart of town

And it leads to the lake and there I found

This old fountain is still falling down

In a town like Geneva

Everything is melting like Swiss cheese

Rich men (rich men) down on their knees

Hold me, it's getting colder

Hold me, I'm getting colder, too

Pierre Michel said fifteen words

Fifteen short answers if you dare

We are upstairs in the red rooms

Of the hotel Clos Voltaire

And his girlfriend is taking photographs

She's always hanging around

She's like the fountain of Geneva

Always falling down

Hold me, it's getting colder

Hold me, I'm getting colder, too

Hold me, it's getting colder

Hold me, I'm getting colder, too

Today I'm leaving with another train

I'm in my home of rain

Don't think I will ever be back again

My heart is empty

My head is empty now

The road to the lake I will never find

'cause I use my map of dreams

And it's filled with colours

And streets I've never seen

Hold me, it's getting colder

Hold me, I'm getting colder, too

Hold me, it's getting colder

Hold me, I'm getting colder, too

Car is driving

I will return

I'm back on the road to Bâle and Bern

Car is driving

I will return

I'm back on the road to Bâle and Bern