Lyrics:

Well I'm sitting alone
With my guitar slidly out of tune
And it's a lovely night in June
And I try to write a song
With a happy slomo melody
Like I have tried so many times before
But I can't really tell you, what is wrong
But all that comes out is another sad song
Maybe it's because I slept too long
And nobody called me on my phone
Maybe I should hit town, have some fun
Do small-talk and drink till the morning sun
Maybe I should buy a brandnew dress
Or learn up a useful game like chess
No I can't really tell you
What is wrong
But all that comes out is another sad song
Maybe it's because I slept too long
And nobody called me on my phone
Maybe I should hit town have some fun
Do small-talk and drink till the morning sun
Maybe I should buy a brandnew dress
Or learn up a useful game like chess

Another lonely night, turns to day
With another hair of mine, turning grey
No I can't really tell you
Just what is wrong, my dear
But still what comes out is
Another sad song
(Jasmin Tabatabai: 'sentimentaler Scheiss!')