I know more than I knew before,
I didn’t rest, I didn’t stop.
Did we fight or did we talk?
I love you more,
I don′t know what I knew before,
but now I know I want to win the war.
No one likes to take a test,
sometimes you know more is less.
Put your weight against the door,
kick-drum on the basement floor.
Stranded in the fog of words,
loved him like the winter bird.
On my head the water pours,
gulf stream through the open door,
fly away to what you want to make.
I feel it all, the wings are wide,
wild card in sight.
I’ll be the one who’ll break my heart,
I′ll end it, though you started it.
The truth lies, if lies divide.
Das Erdbeerjoghurtsyndrom 