If I'm gone, will you talk good about me? Was I important to you or wasn't I? Do you still have the dream of flying, of our winter in the south? Or is everything changing for you? Is our dusty radio still there? Are the cassettes still jamming? Hallelujah! You've bandaged my stuff in the basement And now there are pictures of the beach hanging on the sofa And I don't know anymore where to go with me Every street leads me to you Drunk in me, is that so exaggerated? I don't even want to love our life Did you only halve your rent with me? Did you only erase my traces from your life? Do you fly alone to New York, to our holy place? To the city where everything is lost? Do you sit alone in a cafe in Soho? There's still snow over here in Hamburg I get melancholic and think of you And always cover the table for both of us And I don't know anymore where to go with me Every street leads me to you Drunk in me, is that so exaggerated? I can't stop, I can't stop loving our life I saw your friends recently They still try to get me out of the way When I ask them, they avoid me And I always, always go home later And I don't know anymore where to go with me Every street leads me to you Drunk in me, is that so exaggerated? I can't stop, I can't stop loving our life