It was the first he had a decaf' It was the first he had a decaf' And she had seen it with her own eyes you know
The road was still long, long with no ending It was the last time she heard him laugh And she would only believe what she saw
She heard voices pounding in her head She heard voices pounding in her head She heard voices in her head and all around
When they arrived they crossed the cemetery The snow was deep, it made them shiver Like the trees over the Neckar river
An epitaph was written on a grave Right above the initials of his name And she was dead before the age of forty
Soft moss and leaves felt like an unmade bed Soft moss and leaves felt like an unmade bed He could not remember when and why he was dead Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin Centuries of green towered above their heads Centuries of green towered above their heads My father lay somewhere below this earth
She heard voices pounding in her head She heard voices pounding in her head Hear the voices, I hear the voices
Hear the voices pounding in her head Hear the voices pounding in her head Hear the voices pounding in her head Hear the voices pounding in her head
Hear the voices, I hear the voices Hear the voices