Cold - Andreas Kümmert

Far from the night of the natural light

Thinkin' about moving to London

Clocks work different

Heart works straight

Eyes are blind

That is the moment, when you stop believing

Your arms are weak, your feet are tired

Some people say, they knew from the beginning

But you needed time to realize

And nothing is real

Not even your shadow on the streets

Someday you’ll learn

Everything ist just a dream

Everything ist just a dream

Believing in things, that I’ve never seen

Thinking about blinding the moonlight

The gravity does not work

Heart works straight

Eyes are blind

And nothing is real

Not even your shadow on the streets

Someday you’ll learn

Everything ist just a dream

That everything ist just a dream