Goal

I call your name in the rooms
I built a nest in your last words
stuck in a bad feeling
with horses pulling my heart up

I felt your smell in the kitchen
I felt a cold wind running
I looked at you in this sunny,
fucking weekday

I cut my finger in sink
blood stained my sorrow veil
I saw your eyes, so bright
'Cause of your pain, insane

of breakthroughs, of breaking up
maybe love is not for you
look for your real goal
goal
goal

My reaction of protection
wants to avoid that all
it already was caught in ears
I don't believe it though

congratulations little baby
you make me feel so high
what a pity I can't control my
atomic bomb before the

breakthroughs, the breaking up
maybe love is not for you
look for your real goal
goal
goal

let the gong roar
forget that whore
baby come home
your children and me need a Al Pacino
they offer you cars
a star next to Mars
I'll give you just a try
to make different of the other boys

some breakthroughs, some breaking up
maybe love is not for you
look for your real goal
goal
goal
goal
goal
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