And roll, one, two, three, four. Or maybe more like this In each other's afternoon When there's nothing to get You hide your tears As if the shame was too big And I get quiet and ask What is it you really think? Is it death that I see crying So why do you steer away? Is it him, or is it you who knows When I leave the house? Is it for comfort and warmth you want me? Is it for old friendship wounds? Or do you just want to help So you can see me when I'm cold? Or do you just want to be with me So you can see what's going on? Do you stand behind me again? It feels like a dream When I go to sleep by the wall And I hurry to my car On the streets in front of me I don't remember anymore But once again I meet her And she speaks the same words And I get up in joy And my back is bent Who am I and how do I look? Who am I and how do I look? Is it for comfort and warmth you want me? Is it for old friendship wounds? Or do you just want to help So you can see me when I'm cold? Or do you just want to be with me So you can see what's going on? Is it for comfort and warmth you want me? Is it for old friendship wounds? Or do you just want to help So you can see me when I'm cold? Or do you just want to be with me So you can see what's going on? Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! We're going to continue with the escapism that describes what happens when the hormones hit in March No, February In February the first hormones hit Hear that? A gig is like a year Now it's February at our gig Then the first ones start screaming after six to seven It's always like that It's the hormones Here's a story about an escape Across the water To an island A Greek visa