Tekster: Beatsteaks. A-Way.

Hanging 'round your house
And staying up all night
What I lack, you got it
All behind your doors, right

You need time, I need you right by my side
But I stare too long and get you wrong
If I don't hide each time I fall down

You need to come around
So fuck our low downs
What I need
Someday I'll write a book about it

Until that day I follow you around
And I won't quit, I won't go away
I won't give it up, I won't stop

But I stare too long and get you wrong
If I don't drop, we'll find a way
We won't get nowhere, we won't get lost
'Cause we'll get somewhere and I don't mind
I really don't care, we'll find a way when we will get there