1, 2, 3, 4 Hearing. Tired. Tiring. Calling an ambulance. Calling 911. I'm on the run. Don't know exactly from what. It just happened like that. And by chance the tank was just full. And the left lane is empty. Too cool. Don't run away. You're crazy anyway. In this city with these people and this story. Which always starts funny. And then there's usually a sad ending. My head is on the big flames. And the night follows me. I'm not part of it. No, no, no. This time I'm not part of it. I'm getting closer to the window. It should be as far as the flowers go. And the whole city sleeps. Or smokes in front of the police station. Red Bull or red V-Darling. Sometimes you have to decide. Not everything gets better when you miss it. Although sometimes you're a little surprised. Why do we have to endure all this? Today is the morning snow of yesterday. For a long time already forgotten and past. You wonder what will happen. And maybe you don't ask yourself. And wait for the day when the light goes out. My head is on the big flames. And the night follows me. I'm not part of it. No, no, no. This time I'm not part of it. I'm getting closer to the window. It should be as far as the flowers go. And the whole city sleeps. Or smokes in front of the police station. I'm getting closer to the window. It should be as far as the flowers go. And the whole city sleeps. Or smokes in front of the police station. And the whole city sleeps. And the whole city sleeps. And the whole city sleeps. And the whole city sleeps.