Woorden: Wilde Zeiten. Auf dem Goldenen Weg. Little Punkrocksong.

Hello my friend here we are again.
No heroes
As normal as we can.
We're looking sad and dirty
We came that old long way.
There's nothing anymore for us to say.

And so we play that punkrocksong and feel the time is gone.
And in my mind I hold that time and I am phoning home.

We picked some flowers and we took them on.
The time is running and the flowers they are gone.
We're looking sad and dirty
The tears ouy shouldn't see.
We left our past it should not be.

And so we play that punkrocksong and feel the time is gone.
And in my mind I hold that time and I am phoning home