And on April twentyseven up in heaven, down in hell?
April, April twentyseven, time for opening the shell.


Kiss me, kiss me
Never miss me
Kiss me, kiss me

Nevermore
Kiss me, kiss me
Never miss me

She's got problems
With her core


Evening is dark and lonely, no more winter she can take.
She will go down to the Elbe, smoking/drinking for $#&@'s sake!


Do you know the sleeping tree, with a long rope to the ground?
That's the place, where you can find her, silent& without a sound.


Kiss me, kiss me
Never miss me
Kiss me, Kiss me

Nevermore
Kiss me, kiss me
Never miss me

She is too close to the shore

And she'll sit down, write her story (fairytale)into her book.

Story of an elevator, elevator got her hooked!

Kiss me, kiss me

Never miss me
Kiss me, kiss me
Nevermore

Kiss me, kiss me
Never miss me
Summer melts the icy core


All her life cracked into pieces, no more holes, no place to hide.
She will throw away the pills to see the stars shine in the night.


And on April twentyseven, when the sun is going down.
She is writing down a story, at the sleeping-river-baum.

She is writing down her story in a sleeping-river-traum.