We don't think about tomorrow
Normally gray, but for us cloud-free
And the squares fill up
With the monsieurs and the mademoiselles
Time for you, time for me
Past the Meat House and right by the Rhine
The howling of the friars
Who soaked themselves in booze
Watched the rivers and
Said 'How beautiful, just like us'
I was just asking myself
If these houses could talk
What would the stories be?
And who left them again?
Who, who brought that magic to this city?
Is it you and me
That I roar in the cities and float on the waves
Full of you, wanna forget the pain
And time forgets us for a moment
And we just dive into the night
But the White Cat is closed
We'll just stroll on till daylight
And my hand's right where the palm of your hand is
After those ten years there's apparently much more left in the barrel
It's beautiful what roams around in our heads
Who are there too, just like us
Is it you and me
That I roar in the cities and float on the waves
Full of you, wanna forget the pain
And time forgets us for a moment