The cars drive fast on Tyrolean Way
They interrupt our games
Big leaves bright green from the third week of May
The constant smell of rain
These thoughts so sweet like a hug and a kiss over and over again
I fall face first into endless abyss
It’s so fun to pretend

The feeling that you get when there’s nothing left to feel inside
The day is at your door but it seems that you’ve run off to hide
You’re telling me I’ve already made it
And you know that I appreciate it
You’re telling me I’ve already made it
And you know that I appreciate it

The cars drive fast on Tyrolean Way
They interrupt our games
Big leaves bright green from the third week of May
The constant smell of rain
These thoughts so sweet like a hug and a kiss over and over again
I fall face first into endless abyss
It’s so fun to pretend

The feeling that you get when there’s nothing left to feel inside
The day is at your door but it seems that you’ve run off to hide
You’re telling me I’ve already made it
And you know that I appreciate it
You’re telling me I’ve already made it
And you know that I appreciate it

The feeling that you get when there’s nothing left to feel inside
The day is at your door but it seems that you’ve run off to hide
I’ve already made it