Tired of the world that tilled us
Reaching for the end of the day
Tired of the wind that chased us
It 's gonna blow anything away
With a hunger for something
That you cannot eat
All what's left is moving
To the eternal beat
Move body to body
And skin to skin
Lust flashes like a thousand spokes
In the corridors that I'm living in
With a hunger for something...........
Small roads lead to my privat hell
To the centre of confusion
Living rooms can turn to waiting halls
Beware the next illusion