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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Alphaville
Alphaville
Künstler:in
Bernhard Lloyd
Bernhard Lloyd
Tasteninstrumente
Marian Gold
Marian Gold
Stimme und Gesang
Frank Mertens
Frank Mertens
Tasteninstrumente
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Bernhard Lloyd
Bernhard Lloyd
Songwriter:in
Frank Mertens
Frank Mertens
Songwriter:in
Marian Gold
Marian Gold
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Alphaville
Alphaville
Produzent:in
Orlando
Orlando
Produzent:in

Letras

This is a national anthem
From the flip-side of the empire
Hand on my heart
Heart on the sleeve of the constitution
Sinking right into a mirror
Leaving reflections on its surface
Caught in a kind of radio-beacon
That's sending out signals
Transmitting them backwards
Hey, tell me it's true
Is this the other side of you?
World's gonna change
With a move in your face
Do I still walk on the same structure?
Hey, what do we know
Releasing arrows over cosmic meadows?
Nothing is real
Even iron or steel
Melting gently in the cold structure
Watching your face through a peephole
As I lean against the door
Can't understand what you say, but I think that you're calling my name
Leaving the ones I loved is like leaving the one they want me to be
Making decisions
In real-time-precision
As millions of sailors in parallel worlds
Hey, tell me it's true
Is this the other side of you?
World's gonna change
With a move in your face
Do I still walk on the same structure?
Hey, what do we know
Releasing arrows over cosmic meadows?
Nothing is real
Even iron or steel
Melting gently in the cold, cold structure
Cold structure
Everybody walks this side of the run-way
Everybody hopes to get off the trap
What we all like is to groove with emotion
Waiting for the airline to lift us up
Everybody walks this side of the run-way
Everybody hopes to get off the trap
What we all like is to groove with emotion
Waiting for the airline to lift us up
Hey, tell me it's true
Is this the other side of you?
World's gonna change
With a move in your face
Do I still walk on the same structure? (World's gonna change)
Hey, what do we know
Releasing arrows over cosmic meadows?
Nothing is real
Even iron or steel
Melting gently in the cold structure
Written by: Bernhard Lloyd, Frank Mertens, Marian Gold
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