Worried mind Songtext

von Femme Fatale

Electrified in the dark in my old car
No smile, no word, everything is quiet
Frightened of the atmosphere, cool, cool hands
A man on a bicycle is nearly dead

No drugs, but get a feeling as if I had
What's the cause of all these busy people?

I'm nearly dead by the knives of a gang
My head is cold, my eyes are seeing colours
Colours that are not there, fata morgana
My nose begins to smell smells, beautiful smells

Sweet smells that never could be there
Catacombs of a city, smell of bones

Try to shake myself to awake
Nothing happens, nothing happens

Then I meet you, you're my shelter
A bloody evening begins to get substance
Your eyes are turning around, you're so beautiful
As grey turns to blue, it's your guilt

Laughing together, we can laugh again
Don't try heroin for a better life

You don't have to go, you don't have to go
You don't have to go out of this world

Why you wanna leave me alone???