Tekster: Disco Ensemble. Back On The MF Street [EP]. The Alps.

The faint smell of smoke
Crept across the town
I'm getting weaker just like vampires in the daylight

One foot in the grave
One pushing the pedal down
We'll hide in the alps the alps the alps the alps the alps

And our hearts beat on to
The rhythm of the windshield wipers

Don't turn back 'cause we have come too far
Make an escape like a shooting star
I'm afraid, afraid of everything
Parking lots filled with empty cars
Hundreds of things that we can do without
There's a pill for everything

The road calls me again
'Cause baby I'm a libertine
But before I go
Would you tie my laces

The train's not here
'Cause someone jumped the tracks again
We'll head for the alps the alps the alps the alps the alps

And our hearts beat on to
The rhythm of the windshield wipers

Don't turn back 'cause we have come too far
Make an escape like a shooting star
I'm afraid, afraid of everything
Parking lots filled with empty cars
Hundreds of things that we can do without
There's a pill for everything

And our hearts beat on to
The rhythm of the windshield wipers

And our hearts beat on to
The rhythm of the windshield wipers

Don't turn back 'cause we have come too far
Make an escape like a shooting star
I'm afraid, afraid of everything
Parking lots filled with empty cars
Hundreds of things that we can do without
There's a pill for everything