Sometimes she feels, like she can't take it anymore

It's kinda logical though she's gone through the shit before

Sometimes I know, that she can't stand my eyes

It's kinda logical though she knows too many hideous lies

I just know that I don't give a damn

Just as long as I can make that face shine again

Shine

Eden Hotel

Breakfast in bed

Coffee in the afternoon

Small talk in her head

Little things you do

Magic of her spell

Magic seems like heaven

Heaven can hurt as well

Hurts like hell

A little is enough

Sometimes its more, more than enough

She's got her own telephonenumber now

But I don't think I'll give her a call

I don't think so