fool around

Apartment in New York, London and Paris
Where will we rest, we’re all living
Living as legends have lived.
Knowing that nothing is left when we die

Come along FOOL


It’s not that it’s bad…it’s not that it’s death
and you're so silent
Anywhich way there’s no past and no presence
Half of it's misunderstanding love
The war we have won we're winning again

FOOL