Lyrics:

A lot of trouble the hole nigt through,a lot of tears for me and you.
We fight like mad dogs.
You throw glasses at the wall,
I say words I shouldn`t say and you run away.
A few days later you`re on the phone,
you spend the nights with a friend of mine
and you`re yearning for me.
'It`s too late, you`ve made your choice',
I say with tears in my eyes.
' So don`t call me again.'

Hold me.

When I`m coming home at night,an ambulance is in the street.
I`m going up the stairs.
The door is open, you`re on the floor.
A man is coming out to me, saying:
'Too late, she took an overdose.'
I run to you, I kiss your face,
look into your broken eyes
and you wisper in my ear:

'Hold me.'

And you died in my arms.
Silke Bischoff Hold Me