Woorden: Go-betweens. German Farmhouse.

I lived in seclusion for a couple of years
In a German farmhouse just drinking beer
And every morning, I'd wake up with a smile from ear to ear

I had one contact to the outside world
A phone in London and a seasick girl
I knew what was happening but only in my part of the world

I knew what was happening
I knew that this was my world
I knew what was happening in my part of the world

There was an abandoned castle with empty chairs
There was a rumor Pavarotti would sing there
To raise funds for a music school
But then the whole thing vanished into thin air

It was a crazy idea
And it vanished into the air
It was a falling down castle with falling down stairs

I could walk the streets unrecognized
Nobody stopped me, I was never surprised
By anybody's actions or by an ex-lover's eyes

And this felt good
And this felt so right
To be unloaded as I walked through the night

This felt good
This felt so right

To be unloaded as I walked through the night
This felt right