| It’s friday night and I am alone
|
| In a derelict club and I want to go home
|
| But then I see a face from a long time ago
|
| It wakes me up from my half-drunk low
|
| I pull myself up to follow this ghost
|
| And wait next door whilst she powders her nose
|
| But then I hear the voice of some other boy
|
| I can’t see how this girl got so old
|
| Sarah, you’ve got me going backwards
|
| Losing my reputation for being heartless
|
| But I’ll lie next to you in the hospital
|
| Keep you sane between these white walls
|
| I never thought I’d see you broken
|
| So long since we’d spoken
|
| We were young back then
|
| But I’ve never seen a ruin like you before
|
| Never seen a wreck so beautiful
|
| Look at this mess
|
| What will your parents say?
|
| Oh Sarah, I don’t know where to begin
|
| Too many nights spent on Ketamine
|
| Or anything you could get your hands on
|
| You spend your hours in Mitte cafes
|
| Discussing Frida Kahlo and wasting days
|
| Reading dull magazines
|
| Who’s in and who’s out
|
| You’re a model but you don’t sieh gut aus |