It’s so easy to be here with you
Walking that borderlines of love
We don’t regret anything we do
These times together are just enough
If I’d be twenty and you’d be just the same
All we have, won’t fade away
I’d fall in love with you just fine
While walking with you that borderline
The sea-wind’s blowing through my
bottleneck of bottled beer
This man inside me’s happy since I’m here
I took the postcards to the mailbox
The words I wrote, now finally locked
If I’d be twenty and you’d be just the same
The same thing happening, couldn’t find its way
And if the postcards
wouldn’t be locked
This mailbox wouldn’t do its job
If I’d be twenty-four and
you were just the same
We’d play a gorgeous lovely game
We’d just sit here and
taste the wine
That was bottled on that borderline
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music & lyrics written by Chris Gelbmann vocals, guitar: Chris Gelbmann // national guitar: Gottfried David Gfrerer // double bass: Karl Sayer pink beast of Love-icon: Walter Trübswasser |
