Leave quietly, don't turn on the light
In a dream, touch my temple
If you ever want to come back
Know that nothing here will change
Take these old records, you liked them
Anyway, I know their every sound by heart
Tell the kids I'm slaving away somewhere for bread
And lie, and lie, that you still love me, that you want to
I've known for a long time
I'm surprised myself how much one can take
And burn my poems, do what you want
Because every line of them openly mocks us
That I'll visit them for the holidays
And lie, and lie, and lie, that you still love me
I've known for a long time