Komplizierteliebe Stories

One day baby, we'll be old Oh baby, we'll be old And think of all the stories that we could have told 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 You have to go out of my door And leave Here I go again – the blame The guilt, the pain, the hurt, the shame The founding fathers of our plane That's stuck in heavy clouds of rain.