you fell right through the roof onto the foot side of my bed
but I never asked you to explain me that

your heart is like the one of a girl from mars
while outside raging all those lovely stars

with you there’s no sand in these hourglasses
just palpitations splendour and sweet caresses

with you there’s no holes in these
with you there’s no looking back

there’s a door to your heart and it’s been there since you said: let’s start
if there’s a key to that door, too I guess we can find it in these parts

you fell right through the roof onto the foot side of my bed
I’ll never ask you to explain me that…

let’s just destroy those useless hourglasses
remembering the years without you I swear it fusses

with you there’s no holes in these
with you there’s no looking back

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