Yesterday we sat together on the park bench Today the fire station is only in Brachland But we were chasing someone all day long Today everyone is chasing money from the state bank In the past we were between cowboys and Indians Today everyone is wearing black We sat smoking on a gas tank Today we protect it like an internal glass wall In this city full of ghosts There is nothing that excites me My dreams are falling apart So dust, wake me up or I'll fall apart No one around me roams in the gold rush Since I'm in a bag full of gold Because I dig deeper than you all after the gold No one around me roams in the gold rush Since I'm in a bag full of gold Because I dig deeper than you all after the gold The others went through their plan And I'm standing at the old railway station This area here is colorless Only your lips are still shining red Do I stay here even though I know I'm in danger? Am I a tsunami that drowns in a glass? This emptiness seems to me like sleepiness I want to feel something, as if I'm hanging on a strong current In this city full of ghosts There is nothing that excites me My dreams are falling apart So dust, wake me up or I'll fall apart No one around me roams in the gold rush Since I'm in a bag full of gold Because I dig deeper than you all after the gold No one around me roams in the gold rush Since I'm in a bag full of gold Because I dig deeper than you all after the gold