LYRICS

bad boys.

there is no place to go
it´s all written in the notes below
Cat was fooled by a brokers´ game
a deal is a deal and there´s no-one to blame

her pockets are empty
and she looks up to a purple sky
got no idea and no sleep at all
just enough credit left for a final call

the bubble´s ready to implode
she´s covering her face up with her coat
this dream needs to delay its lucky ending
but she won´t put it in the hands
of anyone again

she is a fighter
she’s not looking back
she´s an easy rider
on the middle track
her mother always used to say
it´s not so bad to fail
you get what you pay for
and bad boys go to hell

she could run a book store
if she was into books more
go back to college, put her dreams up on the shelf
learn to apply herself, ’ til she feels like someone else
it´s all about bravery
and it´s all about fear
sitting on her suitcase and waiting for the bus to come
she knows there is no time to lose to get it all done

the bubble´s ready to implode
she´s covering her face up with her coat
this dream has to delay its lucky ending
but she won´t put it in the hands
of anyone else again

she is a fighter
she’s not looking back
she´s an easy rider
on the middle track
her mother always used to say
it´s not so bad to fail
you get what you pay for
and bad boys go to hell

work your magic.

oh save me from your sparkling eyes
i stayed out late at night
i was afraid running out of time
i was lost inside the morning light

don´t be surprised of what i speak
I’m just turning up till I reach the peak
i play the rebel, i can´t be found
i hope i´m rising when i hit the ground
i hope i´m rising when i hit the ground

i´m knocked out like i never knew
can´t work my magic, it´s up to you
i´d like to drive you all around
like I’m that boy from out of town
back in the days when i came around

i hope i´m rising when i hit the ground
hey i can´t tell you what i feel
when you´re pushing me
hey i can´t tell you what i see
when you´re pushing me

i´m glad my god knows how to cry
he´s always got a smoke if you´ve got a light
blowing through his yellow teeth
his sound of wisdom´s going deep

it´s not right but i can´t tell you what i feel
when you´re pushing me
it´s not right but i can´t tell you what i see
when you´re pushing me

the song you sang.

i ran from the concrete walls of the city
kept running until the land grew pretty
that’s how i finally ran into you
i had a flickering flashlight in my hand
couldn’t stop reeling from my broken plans
till you told me what i was going through

“you’re scared, you’re scared of the people in the streets
cause they don’t look anywhere
they don’t dare to speak anything”

hey i remember the song you sang to me

i’ve been waiting
i’ve been waiting for you
to come along

your cheeks glow under the neon lights
from the train, down the stairs and into the night
the girl shows the way with a candy bar
the cab driver’s told to follow the car
along the big screens we’ve seen in our dreams before

hey i remember the song you sang to me

i’ve been waiting
i’ve been waiting for you
to come along

what are we gonna do?

hey i got work to do
it must be what you put me through
tons of words have to be combined
to one simple line

the clouds are hanging low today
and i got not much to say
i´m up for something new
so what are we gonna do

what are we gonna do gonna do tonight
what are we gonna do tonight tonight

looking out the windows
listening where the wind blows
there are so many deals to strike
so much i don´t like

if i´ll make it through the afternoon
i´d be glad to see you soon
the rest will have to wait
for any other day

what are we gonna do gonna do tonight
what are we gonna do tonight tonight
where are we gonna sleep gonna sleep tonight
hey, are we gonna sleep tonight?

let´s see what everybody else is doing
just hang out or catch a film
anywhere where we don´t have to walk much
where we don´t have to talk much
i need to see you
i need to see you again

boy of summer.

she stuck her photo in his diary
saying that she won´t wait for him
hello you have reached the final page
of peter and claire´s summertale

he was lying on his bed like the dirty sheets
in some abondened holiday flat
the birds were singing in the plum trees
he´s wishing that they would take it back

and now he´s wondering how he was left behind
and stayed the boy of summer for all time
she wrote a letter every spring

like vic beretton canned in fantasy
though she would tell him everything
this wouldn´t make things easier
alone in a busy shopping mall

21 years without a call
he thinks about all that he could say
though he´d probably say nothing at all
and now he´s wondering how he was left behind

and stayed the boy of summer for all time
and now he´s wondering how he was left behind
and stayed the boy of summer for all time

yeah yeah yeah

how will our hero get out of this one?

he spent much more than he had
for the converserion of his yellow van
built a kitchen in it and a bed,
a drum set and a ceiling fan

everything that he won´t need
he dropped off at his sisters
never to be seen again
like a dancing twister

how will our hero get out of this one?
how will our hero get out of this one?
how will our hero get out of this one?
how will our hero get out of this one?

i heard he was rumbling down
the hairpin curves to italy
running out of gasoline
when he was stopped by the police

´your passport please?!´
he sunk into the driver´s seat
´i wanna see a toll sticker
stuck on your windscreen´

how will our hero get out of this one?
how will our hero get out of this one?
how will our hero get out of this one?
how will our hero get out of this one?

always doin the best he can

the checkout girl.

it all started out in the staircase
she was carrying boxes to an empty flat
on an autumn day

no one had ever seen her round the place
she was new in town where she is now
no one can say

she said “hey, i’m julie and i’m just moving in,
guess it’s the same floor that you are living on”

i kept saying her name
walking out in the rain to see
how would it feel
hey how would it feel to me

if you need anything, a chat, a cigarette, a guitar
you ring the bell at any time

if the walls close in, you know, i got a car parked outside
it’s got a blanket in the trunk and a map of the countryside

she took it all until winter had gone
i called down the stairs “hey, where have you been so long?”

i kept saying her name
walking out in the rain to see
how would it feel
hey how would it feel to me

her dog as big as a whale growling at me
and it took her a while to say what’s on the screen
she said ”you know, it doesn’t sound real
but i got a call
i got a call
i got a call
you won’t see me anymore”

as good as new.

stanley is a writer
a lucky fellow, too
when all of us get tired
he still looks as good as new
busy with his studies all the time

some may say he´s weird
but who´s to know what that is
who painted all the stripes
on the zebras and the tigers
staring at the rainbow in the sky

stanley wants to know all about
the things that i still fail to understand
stanley doesn´t have any doubts
´bout holding his fate in his hands
holding his fate in his hands
holding his fate in his hands

how do all these people
fit in my tv?
do they eat and sleep like we do
can they see me, too?
through the flickering screen

why don´t i remember
any monday in september
but every little something
of that stupid party
when we first met last year

stanley wants to know all about
the things that i still fail to understand
stanley doesn´t have any doubts
´bout holding his fate in his hands
holding his fate in his hands
holding his fate in his hands

castle of candies.

whe he was a kid he had a big swatch ticking on his wrist
it was made for brave adventurers with a ring to twist
but he was staring at a paddling pool inside a castle of candies
he felt like a stranger in someone else’s dream
it’s the only place he has ever seen

he’s looking through rheumy eyes
got trapped in a dream
swaying from side to side
like a stranger in someone else’s dream

it’s still all about the estates of deceased aunt merilyn
that he has to deal with, and now he is a teen
her men spent all his savings somewhere in spain
he’s hosted by ghosts that he longs to see again
like a penny in a wishing well

he’s looking through rheumy eyes
got trapped in a dream
swaying from side to side
like a stranger in someone else’s dream

he’s trapped in a dream
he’s trapped in a dream
he’s trapped in a dream
he’s trapped in a dream

and the girls are dancing
they say: ‚hey boy, how do you feel?‘
“i don’t even know if I know you,
let’s just spend away the sadness
because I think you’re as sad as me”

say anything.

the day is too grey to pay
just take it for free
i got to stop hiding again
we got nothing to conceal

i knew you would be late
i didn´t know you wouldn´t come at all
no more trains coming this way
and i´m too tired to call

you don´t need to
if you don´t want to
stay with me just because
you don´t know
who you want to be

you don´t need to
if you don´t want to
but i can´t feel for you
if you´re just playing around with me

we were draped in smoke
and rolling in the deep
listening to the radio
until we fell asleep

hey say anything please
when you get back from your dreams
whenever you need someone
when you are ready to speak

aaahhh
aaahhh

you don´t need to
if you don´t want to
stay with me just because
you don´t know
who you want to be

you don´t need to
if you don´t want to
but i can´t feel for you
if you´re just playing around with me

somewhere else.

from my flat to your block it s just 2 minutes to walk
i counted the steps when you were somewhere else
i know you have to leave for work at seven a.m.
i get up at eight so i won´t meet in the train

when i´m thinking all over it looks as good as it is
you are fine and so am i and so we don´t miss a thing
but since days i´ve been just staring at my phone
don´t be afraid i won´t call you anymore

but tell me if i´m wrong about this
you haven´t stopped thinking of me
and i can´t get any sleep
and i can´t get any sleep

you know i got season tickets for the movies
next to the park where we ran into the ruby´s
you know i use it sometimes but mostly twice a week
and you know my favorite day, it has been always a monday

and i´m wondering again now what you were looking for
when we met in the rain inside the same shop door
i wanted to tell you how everything been black.
while you looked so happy but you still looked back

tell me if i´m wrong about this
you haven´t stopped thinking of me
and i just can´t get any sleep
i´m wondering if you´re wondering bout me