a balladeer - Sirens

damn, this is bad - this is so bad
I get out of the crash thinking no one survived
big eyes from the backseat
to my surprise I see all three alive

you're losing blood in the grass there
on the side of the road in your stripe summer dress
the boy runs off to see you
I pick him up, but he must have seen some of your legs

I swear dear, you'll be alright
now don't you go out on me here
I swear I hear sirens come close
that means help is near

the autobahn is reflecting
rotting fruit in at least 30 something degrees
nothing but chaos
all these questions, ignorance F*** THE POLICE!

I swear dear, you'll be alright
now don't you go out on me here
I swear I hear sirens come close
that means help is near

now you listen to me
I will bring you back home
will you listen to me
I will bring you back home

home

back from the car-dump
I sit down with the boy on the edge of the bed
in a hotel room near Munich
remembering what I said