used to be.

gute ausflüge enden damit,
dass man nachts um halb fünf
über verschneite landstraßen fährt,
nach rehen ausschau hält
und, immer noch ein wenig gin tonic beschwippst,
ganz laut wonderwall singt.

 

 You are coming home
Are you still alone
Are you not the same as you used to be
As the sun grows high
and you serve your time
Does each day just feel like another lie
Now you know
is it just for show
Just a foolish game that you hide behind