(Music: Thomas Kirschler)
(Lyrics: AdMeyer)

From the airport in a Yellow Cab
Ride a horse with a broken back
To a home or what used to be
A place of living
Now a cemetary

I see your picture
I hear you call my name
And trace amounts of a long lost hope
Reflame

This ain't reality
It's not a dream come true

This ain't reality
The truth that I persued

This ain't reality
It's just a point of view

Lost and delirious!

There was a home and now it's gone
Where's the place where I belonged
Without you the world is cold
And my story stays untold

This is the year of the underdog
I find me thinking looking at the clock
Of the tower as I hear the bell
What it means
Only time can tell

Am I dreaming?
Am I dreaming this up?
I hope!

What a cold place
What a cold place this is
Aha

I had a memory of you and me
Alive
Now that you're gone and I'm dead
Will I survive?

This ain't reality
It's not a dream come true

This ain't reality
The truth that I persued

This ain't reality
It's just my point of view

Lost and delirious!

To the airport in a Yellow Cab
To a plane with a broken back
Destination: State of mind
Closing in on the borderline

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