Из альбома: Muttersprache
Driving down the road, blue ski
I look at my life,
and everything is perfectly fine,
there is my baby, solid as steel
but what would he say if he knew how i feel
cause i've been to the bottom
of each and every bottom
and every bruise gets better in time
why do i feel like i'm walking on glass
why do i feel like my heart is a mess
why is my mine never at rest the truth is
be careful baby i'm
close to crazy
if youre standing here by me
you might catch the same disease
the yallow light is hard to see
be careful baby i'm
close to crazy
sometimes in my head i guess it's
like i'm up on a tight rope falling
and couldn't care less
there you are baby
my safety net
but the troubel is lately
i'm scared to death
cause i've been to the bottom
of each and every bottom
and all your intensions are better than mine
why do i feel like i'm walking on glass
why do i feel like my heart is a mess
why is my mine never at rest the truth is
be careful baby i'm
close to crazy
if youre standing here by me
you might catch the same disease
the yallow light is hard to see
be careful baby i'm
close to crazy
through the moments
that i wish to disappear
will you still like me ?
through the beatuy and my insanity
could you still love me ?
cause sometimes i feel like walking on glass
and sometimes i feel like my heart is a mess
i wihs that i could put my mine to rest
but the truth it may well be
i'm too close to crazy
if youre standing here by me
you might catch the same disease
the yallow light is hard to see
be careful baby i'm
close to crazy
(Dank an Olli für den Text)