1, 2, 3...Toast is burningI flicked through last year's calendarYearning for yesterdayDishes piling up, dirtyThe battery's deadSo the clock stands on its headSays 7.30And in the air with a changeCan happiness comeCrawling back into rangeAnd this new car smell of hungerHelps me with forgettingLovers coming for a rideAnd this new car smell of hungerHelps me with forgettingLovers coming for a rideThe house is full of smokeAnd anyone can tell you how you should put it outAnd maybe if I couldThe letters that you never wroteHave had me thinkingMaybe I'm just nowAnd this new car smell of hungerHelps me with forgettingLovers coming for a rideAnd this new car smell of hungerHelps me with forgettingLovers coming for a rideAnd back insideA roaring fireThe sound of burning tearsA guilty choirHang on to your humor, babyGoing down to the wireNothing but your shortest loveMakes you feel in highNothing but your shortest loveMakes you feel in highAny higherFahrenheit forty-four to seven degreesI still don't know what it is to believeMy heart, my cold, my young, my oldI'm wasting my time with the search for a heart to goSo many things that we don't know how to doWe don't understandWe're building the bushesWe're still worth nothingSometimes nothing is more than it seemsAre you strong enoughJust to keep on chasing all our dreamsThis new car smell of hungerHelps me with forgettingLovers coming for a rideThis new car smell of hungerHelps me with forgettingLovers coming for a rideThis new car smell of hungerHelps me with forgettingLovers coming for a rideHelps me with forgettingThis new car smell of hungerHelps me with forgettingLovers coming for a rideLovers coming for a rideLovers coming for a rideLovers coming for a rideLovers coming for a rideLovers coming for a rideLovers coming for a rideLovers coming for a rideLovers coming for a rideLovers coming for a rideLovers coming for a rideUntertitelung des ZDF für funk, 2017ZDF für funk, 2017