Lyrics:

There's a straight road through the heart of town
And it leads to the lake and there I found
This old fountain is still falling down
In a town like Geneva
Everything is melting like Swiss cheese
Rich men (rich men) down on their knees

Hold me, it's getting colder
Hold me, I'm getting colder, too

Pierre Michel said fifteen words
Fifteen short answers if you dare
We are upstairs in the red rooms
Of the hotel Clos Voltaire
And his girlfriend is taking photographs
She's always hanging around
She's like the fountain of Geneva
Always falling down

Hold me, it's getting colder
Hold me, I'm getting colder, too
Hold me, it's getting colder
Hold me, I'm getting colder, too

Today I'm leaving with another train
I'm in my home of rain
Don't think I will ever be back again
My heart is empty
My head is empty now
The road to the lake I will never find
'Cause I use my map of dreams
And it's filled with colours
And streets I've never seen

Hold me, it's getting colder
Hold me, I'm getting colder, too
Hold me, it's getting colder
Hold me, I'm getting colder, too

Car is driving
I will return
I'm back on the road to Bâle and Bern
Car is driving
I will return
I'm back on the road to Bâle and Bern