Ich saß im Zug. Mir gegenüber mein Kind. Im Ohr, brüllend laut tiefe Basstöne und verzerrte Gitarrenarpeggien.
Paul Banks sang mit eisiger Stimme:
Baby who is this guy?
Does he say that he'd like to know you?
Does he say that he wants to know -
Does he say that he wants to know
All of the ways you will make it up
Make it up for me.
Make it up for me.
Strahlende Keyboard-Akkorde, bis zum Anschlag hochgerissene Pitchbend-Wheels.
Vertonte Gram. Aber siegesgewisse Gram.
Strommasten flogen vorbei.
Paul Banks sang mit eisiger Stimme:
Baby who is this guy?
Does he say that he'd like to know you?
Does he say that he wants to know -
Does he say that he wants to know
All of the ways you will make it up
Make it up for me.
Make it up for me.
Strahlende Keyboard-Akkorde, bis zum Anschlag hochgerissene Pitchbend-Wheels.
Vertonte Gram. Aber siegesgewisse Gram.
Strommasten flogen vorbei.