lose ourselfs

Shining like a God,

Dark parkings, silver cars,

Fighting outside for money,

Thats was the crystal methode,

Bottles vibrations against the walls,

We had nothing to lose,

Dreaming of a new way,

To live,

Deep blue, starry eyes,

Blood scars, street lights,

Cologne fumes on the neck ;

I was out of it, I was sick ;

Of you, crying on my shoulder,

We losed ourself in those,

Little streets and black summer,

For money, fast, to go far,

From here,