here is no high
here is no low
here is just yes
yes !
here is just no
and i don´t know
and i believe - that a thief can be
who takes the possibility - from me
to love myself - necessarily
who wonders - who wonders
that i need to be loved
i need to be loved
i need to be loved
and you may need someone to talk about
what you never like to hear
so face your fear
a scream out loud
take my hands to close your ears
and you may need some time
to face "too late"
oh i never, never, never liked to draw these lines
into your beautiful face
your beautiful face
the yellow ways have fixed our days
the days of thoughts and dreams undone
of moving "more or less"
but never welcome home
never welcome - home
never coming home
and i´m almost here
and i´m almost here
i am almost here
and i´m almost home
i´m almost home
home
and here is no high
and here is no low
and here is just yes
no !
here is just no
and i don´t know
i don´t know