We care about love
And basically, about two thousand other things we don't care about
It's hard to tell flaws from virtues
We don't wanna go extinct like rhinos or ten-packs
While a piece of sky stagnates in a puddle
The smell of olive branches burned in September in the countryside
Reminds me of my adolescence still nipping at my heels
Going backward like shrimp
The sun is the trees' drug
And we've had so much of it, egg-white skin
Your swimsuit mark is still visible
Between the bomb and the fuse
The city and the province
Under the vault of heaven
Amid a thousand storms
The clouds cruising at two thousand meters
Maybe they all come from the condensation on windows
At night outside the Esselungas
Or the ones tucked away on dirt roads, among hamburger fields
Somebody plans a change
Somebody writes some random bullsh*t
Starting with: you don't know what happened, bro
Somebody tries to have a pop song save their life
Somebody is simply
Waiting for their moment
With no second thoughts
While lighting a Marlboro
And smokes it with their ass in the wind
Under the vault of heaven
Amid a thousand storms
We care about love
And basically, about two thousand other things we don't care about
We care about love
And basically, about two thousand other things we don't care about
We care about love
And basically, about two thousand other things we don't care about