Slide - Haujobb, Glis

Black walls in this corridor

Constant process of loosing

How did I get here

How did you change my mind

Insufficient memory, syndrome kicks in

Dark colors, faint flares

Permanent process of winning

Why do you love me

Why am I scared

Insufficient memory, transition to dream

When I hold you, I hold the wind in my hand

When I touch you, it feels like pieces of sand

When I kiss you, I kiss the slow drying blood

But when I love you, I love like it will never stop