(Music: Thomas Kirschler) (Lyrics: AdMeyer) From the airport in a Yellow Cab Ride a horse with a broken back To a home or what used to be A place of living Now a cemetary I see your picture I hear you call my name And trace amounts of a long lost hope Reflame This ain't reality It's not a dream come true This ain't reality The truth that I persued This ain't reality It's just a point of view Lost and delirious! There was a home and now it's gone Where's the place where I belonged Without you the world is cold And my story stays untold This is the year of the underdog I find me thinking looking at the clock Of the tower as I hear the bell What it means Only time can tell Am I dreaming? Am I dreaming this up? I hope! What a cold place What a cold place this is Aha I had a memory of you and me Alive Now that you're gone and I'm dead Will I survive? This ain't reality It's not a dream come true This ain't reality The truth that I persued This ain't reality It's just my point of view Lost and delirious! To the airport in a Yellow Cab To a plane with a broken back Destination: State of mind Closing in on the borderline
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