Wodka mit Orangensaft.

mein koffer war zu klein für eine kamera. Hamburg. kleiner teil.

 

in your eyes I see the eyes of somebody knew before
long, long, long ago
but im still trying to make my mind up,
am i free or am i tied up

I change shapes just to hide in this place but I'm still an animal
Nobody knows it but me when i slip

I'm still an animal

 

No more tears, my heart is dry

I don't laugh and I don't cry

I don't think about you all the time

But when I do I wonder why

One day baby, we'll be old

Oh baby, we'll be old

And think of all the stories that we could have told.

First days of summer

It's complicated when you gravitate towards yourself.