All the roses and all your ideas
All your desolation and coloured tears
All your papers are picking up dust again

All the dreams you made at high tide
On the cold ocean of sweat you had
Your five fingers are picking up dust again
So call me buddy
But don‘t call me friend

So you can shoot to the top with solid action
I‘m picking up stars again
And in the blink of eye a solid action
I‘m falling through floors again

All your demons and solid ideas
All your intuition, your ill-placed fears
All your papers are picking up dust again

On the beach side or in your hotel
Are you at the station with your tombstone bell
Are you missing or picking up dust again?

So call me buddy
But don‘t call me friend
So you can shoot to the top with solid action
I‘m picking up stars again
And in the blink of eye a solid action
I‘m falling through floors again

And it‘s a short sharp hit of solid action
I‘m fading through light again
Then I can rush to the top with solid action
That‘s killing my heart again


Chorus II