1, 2, 3...
Toast is burning
I flicked through last year's calendar
Yearning for yesterday
Dishes piling up, dirty
The battery's dead
So the clock stands on its head
Says 7.30
And in the air with a change
Can happiness come
Crawling back into range
And this new car smell of hunger
Helps me with forgetting
Lovers coming for a ride
And this new car smell of hunger
Helps me with forgetting
Lovers coming for a ride
The house is full of smoke
And anyone can tell you how you should put it out
And maybe if I could
The letters that you never wrote
Have had me thinking
Maybe I'm just now
And this new car smell of hunger
Helps me with forgetting
Lovers coming for a ride
And this new car smell of hunger
Helps me with forgetting
Lovers coming for a ride
And back inside
A roaring fire
The sound of burning tears
A guilty choir
Hang on to your humor, baby
Going down to the wire
Nothing but your shortest love
Makes you feel in high
Nothing but your shortest love
Makes you feel in high
Any higher
Fahrenheit forty-four to seven degrees
I still don't know what it is to believe
My heart, my cold, my young, my old
I'm wasting my time with the search for a heart to go
So many things that we don't know how to do

We don't understand
We're building the bushes
We're still worth nothing
Sometimes nothing is more than it seems
Are you strong enough
Just to keep on chasing all our dreams
This new car smell of hunger
Helps me with forgetting
Lovers coming for a ride
This new car smell of hunger
Helps me with forgetting
Lovers coming for a ride
This new car smell of hunger
Helps me with forgetting
Lovers coming for a ride
Helps me with forgetting
This new car smell of hunger
Helps me with forgetting
Lovers coming for a ride
Lovers coming for a ride

Lovers coming for a ride
Lovers coming for a ride
Lovers coming for a ride
Lovers coming for a ride
Lovers coming for a ride
Lovers coming for a ride
Lovers coming for a ride


Lovers coming for a ride
Lovers coming for a ride
Untertitelung des ZDF für funk, 2017
ZDF für funk, 2017