Testo: Beatsteaks. Living Targets. 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