It is all mortar and stone
around us you used to say
every day a hell to pay
and to receive payment

I am still in love with you
though we never saw it happen
you never lived to see the day
somewhere a place for worth

I’m straightforward on living
not on wasting my time
time together is time to spare
I have no need for time now

Got a ticket all the way
down to the last of the stations
wrapped in clingfilm, bye bye bye!
hold my hand and I’ll take you there

To off myself, a thought that’s
running scared from me
to never feel sorry and make amends
fix it all once again and again

To whatever end
one must renew his love for death
each day take a feeble step
once to be taken in the whore he is

All the way straightforward