Make me blind.
Cover my eyes.
You can do what you want.
I´m paralyzed of the perfect mood
when we´re dancing the blindfold on.
You make it easy to love you and hate you.
I can´t explain it I feel insecure.
You say its simple: "you die just to live again"
you say we´re waiting for the last waltz.
Another you and me.
Another revolutionaly heavenly romance.
Waiting for the last waltz.
And so it seems.
We won´t find the solution.
Confusion leads the dance.
We´re waiting for the last waltz.

praise the wine.
So divine.
And it stinks like a rose.
Allow the night to flow inside.
Open the window and let the wind blow.
Highlight of the night is the unhappy ending.
You keep refusing to answer my calls.
Drop the bending and stop the pretending.
You say: Get ready for the last waltz.

I believe that nowone
in this world has the answers for me.
But still I hope that someone has heard