I hear that catch with friends on bass,
“it will be mine here at this hour”.
With you we are different as night and day
and fantasize that you will be with me.
give you, give red light,
not touch my soul.
give you, give red light.
Maybe you’ll be in my other life,
maybe then you’ll move on.
In two seasons we are different to you, you
scorching sun, I did a piece of ice.