The Essence Of Every Fight

Last night i broke every rule
I´ve ever made up for myself, regret is easy when you´re filled with doubt
´Cause I have done nothing again but drinking and laughing with all those bloodhounds that ain´t thirsty anymore...

And they´re just like me:
Drifting and fading, exhausted from all those fights that we fought but still we´re longing for the next dawn, yes we´re feckless but we´ll be happy after all!
And this roof seems like a beck that I don´t get

You know I´m tired, but I swear that I´ll call you back...
When the clock struck 4 pm and I noticed that I barely can remember the last thing you said
But it must have been something like:

Don´t forget - growing older, maybe wiser doesn´t mean that there will be answers yet or even ever after, so turn all the clocks back...

And our lifes are hidden somewhere in between the last few lines and the next cheers to anything!

And those half-dramatic lines, so inappropriate, turned into stammered lullabies that sound like hymns to us
And that fading lights that led us down the street into another bar or home, wherever that might be...

And our lifes are hidden somewhere in between the last few lines and the next cheers to anything!

There were jokes that we shared at all those revelies;
And we never get the punch line but we´re still laughing
And the fading light led us down the street into another bar or home...

And our lifes are hidden in between the last few lines and the next cheers to anything!