I sit in someone's car

Wanna start the engine

But suddenly a movie appears in the back



Now the bitch in the street and the king on the roof

And the wanna touch the sky together

An angel with broken wings wanna help them now



In the back seat of my car

In the back seat of my car



You walk over the warm grey ashes of the churchyard

But this churchyard has closed in the 18th century



In the back seat of my car

In the back seat of my car



>From London to New york, L.A to Berlin

In the rest of the world the churchyards has been closed

I wish and want to see that velvet now



In the back seat of my car

In the back seat of my car